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TUMBLR'S RECENT UPDATE IS AWFUL AND WE SHOULD COMPLAIN LOUDER AGAINST IT.
Hey so, I thought maybe we should participate in a blackout day to protest against the new tumblr update.
Let's try March 19. So that people have time to see this and plan for it.
Do not log in or use tumblr for 24 on this day.
Reblog this and make a tag chain to maximise visbility—the more people aware of this awful update, the better.
Circle the date on your calendar, or set a reminder on your phone. As a bonus it will be a good break from social media. Spend the day doing things you like—start that book you've been waiting to read, go outside, watch a good movie... just do anything except open tumblr.
I think we should show tumblr that we are not happy with this update in every possible way we can.
File support tickets with feedback (SEE BELOW ON HOW TO SEND FEEDBACK), post about how this update makes you feel, reblog other's posts about this update, offer as detailed and honest feedback as possible to tumblr—WE DO NOT WANT THIS UPDATE!!
Remember that WE are the end consumers.
WE build their platform, WE fill it with posts, WE are the reason they generate revenue, WE are the reason this platform has power, and for these reasons WE should feel satisfied with the service they provide. ESPECIALLY if you pay for tumblr premium, you are entitled to make a complaint about the platform you are PAYING.
I used to like tumblr and I'd like to cling to it, but this update is just horrible. It makes me not want to continue posting at all. It is utterly demotovating as-is with my being mature labelled, but this update is just intolerable. I do not know how I will feel motivated to post at all in the future if this update is not rolled back.
I know I don't have much reach, especially with a label on, but I hope this reaches at least a few people.
Please participate if you care. Please reblog and tag people you know. Send every bit of feedback to tumblr that you possibly can.
I really don't want to see my once favorite site ruined beyond repair. I really want to continue enjoying this site. I have a community of people here which I have built over years, a community which I deeply love and appreciate and cherish interacting with. My blog thrives on being able to see feedback in reblogs on my post. The whole point of posting is that people see it and engage with it. This update is at best nonsensical and at worst, going to shred off many creators from the platform and rip apart any last bits of fun we have using it.
SEE BELOW for more information on the update & how to send a support ticket to give feedback.
HOW TO SEND FEEDBACK THROUGH SUPPORT TICKETS
Go to tumblr support
Select the category "feedback"
Write in formal, polite tone—try not to sound rude, but constructive and earnest about how dissatisfied you feel about the update and its effects
EXAMPLE: I am writing regarding tumblr's recent update. I am not happy with this feature and do not see myself enjoying the platform with this being implemented. Please rollback this update.
IMPORTANT LINKS
Comment your feedback on tumblr's twitter
Here is the original tumblr post stating the update change
This post by @thatlittleegyptologist explains the effects of the update
Dear tumblr please listen to our feedback and rollback this update.
Oh my fucking god, I hate tumblr so much. Please everyone, support smaller creators and write your complaint, because the new update will absolutely ruin the whole experience.
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smmry ; your parents go abroad to europe and leave you home for the summer, if you need anything you’re supposed to call mr.kim ; your dads best friend. after a bad lay and some choice conversation with the boy you’ve been seeing you decide to finally ask mr.kim for that help.
pairing ; dads older friend!taehyung x younger fem!reader
content warnings ; age gap, slight kink shaming, virtually no plot, lowercase intended, unedited work
nsfw warnings ; breif mention of enhypen jay, pet names, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, hyuge dih taehyung, raw dog, slight overstimulation, crying during s*x, edging if u squint, multiple orgasms (f receiving), spanking, backshots.
wc ; 5.6k
soundtrack ; if u think i’m pretty by artemas
you find yourself hesitating as you switch off the ignition to your car off, glancing at the dimly lit front porch you’ve spent too many lazy summer evenings on. It's different under the circumstances, stirring a heat low in the pit of your stomach that seems to rise into your ribcage ; engulfing your pounding heart in a searing heat.
you reach for your phone — ignoring the missed texts and calls from jay with an eye roll before you notice the time – maybe he’s asleep and fate will decide this outcome for you, shutting down the absolutely absurd fantasy of the blonde locked safely behind the doors you approach on unsteady legs.
sweat grows at your brow as you come to a halt at the dark navy doors. you pinch the bridge of your nose, palms unclenching to rest on the smooth surface ; forehead meeting the cool wood as you recall what put you in this situation in the first place with heated cheeks.
your thighs ache from the way you force yourself up and down jays cock, splitting you open and filling you completely ; perfectly even. Yet you find the coil in your tummy begging to loosen with every roll of your hips, walls more straining with unsatisfying pain than the delicious burn you crave.
“are you okay babe?” jay huffs out a deep breath, chest stuttering under your palms as you force a sultry look through your lashes, smiling in a cat-like manner that has him twitching inside of you.
you pretend to like the feeling, throwing your head back in a fake groan only so you don’t have to watch his face as he cums. you don’t think you could manage to hide the look of dissatisfaction on your face.
he sighs in content, and you cringe as you lift off him, wetness that gushes out from the cum mixing with what the clear gel lube you’re forced to use smearing along the inside of your thighs.
“you should probably go” is all you say as you uncomfortably waddle to the bathroom door. he says nothing.
and of course when you leave the bathroom, he still isn’t gone. you fight the urge to roll your eyes.
“don’t wanna go again?” he questions with a raised brow.
you shake your head “i don’t wanna be rude jay but - you’re a bad lay” is all you say, shrugging as you pull your pj shorts up your legs.
he only gawks for a moment before waving a hand in the air, angrily pushing himself off your matress.
“Ive never had any complaints before, but then again the girls Ive fucked haven’t been nearly as big a freak as you are”
this makes your brows crease, watching as he scrambles to gather his clothes with crossed arms.
“yeah jake talked to me before i came over - like to be treated like a real slut, it freaked him out” he snorts as he tugs his shirt over his head.
your face burns “what the fuck are you talking about”
he shakes his head “c’mon don’t act stupid, if the sex was so good – why didn’t he call you back? because you’re a fucking weirdo” he says it so simply, spinning his keys ring on his forefinger.
you don’t believe that for a second! jake had been extremely into you, you’d fucked for hours and he did call you back – nothing since the second time but not much had changed from your first hookup that would have scared him away. other than one thing…
“sorry im not enough of a freak to get you off, sweetheart” he waves over his shoulder, padding down the stairs loudly and slamming the door so hard the photos on your desk rattle.
the interaction haunts you as you tremble at mr.kims doorstep, eyes still sore from hours spent crying ; wondering if maybe there really was something wrong about the way you fuck.
after failed phone calls to your friends, and ignored messages to any guy you could think of, you found yourself thinking of the older blonde your dad has spent the last five years of your life day-drinking with.
kim taehyung — incredibly sound tech engineer, extremely eligible bachelor and maybe the most perfect man you’ve ever laid eyes on. ever so kind, and gentle, of course he’d agreed to watch over you while your parents are away, offering to be just a phone call away if you needed anything at all. you hadn’t even bothered calling him, marching out of your hands with blurry eyes and a queasy stomach, you had no intention to try anything with mr.kim of course – you only wanted mature advice from an experienced man.
that all changes when he swings the door open with a soft smile, blonde hair in gentle soft waves, warm lighting from his living room giving him a sort of halo – perfection personified as he stands in the doorway with nothing but a tight fitting black shirt and some plaid pj pants on.
instantly your breath falters, fingers twitching at your sides with the need to feel him beneath your palms, a new kind of heat licking at the pit of your stomach ; this time heading southbound to make your thighs clench involuntarily.
you’re so screwed.
“ah, is everything alright?” and you just want to melt into him, feel his mouth against your own swollen ones, blinking the tears welling at your lashline away before attempting to catch your breath.
you lick your lips “well i just- i had a question for a man and you’re who i thought of – ” you glance from his soft eyes to the chains laid delicately against the black cotton stretched over his chest “ – but it’s a bit silly, i think i should probably go” you croak out, itching to feel the cool gold metal against your own skin.
he raises a perfectly trimmed brow “nonsense, i can help with whatever you need, doll” his voice is more gravely, lower in timbre than what you’re used to hearing. it makes you a little light headed, swaying in place as if you’ve been lured into a sirens trap.
and you’re silent as you let yourself be swept into said trap, slipping past him and into his house like you have a hundred times over. except now you’re here with different intentions.
“what’s troubling that pretty head of yours?” he settles casually onto his couch, spreading his legs to get comfortable, watching you with a gentle gaze beneath his bangs. you gulp, glancing down to where his hands rest tangled together just over where his heat sits, quickly of course you catch his gaze again.
and all he does is watch you with curiosity as you shift your weight from one leg to another, fiddling with the hem of your sweater, nervously gnawing at your bottom lip.
he is completely unaware of the war waging behind your worried gaze, going back and forth with yourself on how exactly you should put what you’re thinking ; how are you supposed to do this? you’re such a fool for coming here.
“i-i really think i should just go” is all you can muster, spinning on your heels for the door before be can contest – one lunge across his living room is all it takes to stop you, wrist burning where his fingers gently wrap around your skin, forcing you to face him again.
he lets go of you, gently lowering his head to meet your height “im not going to judge you, doll” he says quietly, glancing between your eyes, and you swear his gaze drops to your pouting mouth.
he’s insanely close, so close that the warmth from his breath fans your face, warming your already heated cheeks - filling your senses with the smell of his toothpaste, and the woodsy body wash that clings to his tanned skin. you have to swallow to not start drooling, panties pooling more every second you’re in this proximity.
he’s not even doing anything, yet is so insanely attractive you find yourself short circuiting, reeling before you remember what you came here for.
“i got told im a bad lay, because im too…perverted” you finally will yourself to admit it, blushing impossible harder as he traces over your features, lips parting only slightly in shock that you’ve just said that before resuming their permanent pouty state.
and then all comes tumbling down when a dark laugh tumbles from taehyungs perfect mouth, a noise that both makes you nauseous and dizzy at the same time. he thinks you’re a fucking idiot.
tears begin to well at your lashline as your run a hand through your mused hair, glancing sideways to avoid watching his face gleam in a smile much too bright for how you feel right now “oh doll, it’s not you” he suddenly says, and you snap back to him in confusion.
his smile immediately falters when he sees your face, eyebrows dropping in concern, palms coming to cradle either side of your jaw “wait don’t cry” he mumbles, cooing at you gently before pulling you into his chest.
when your face meets the soft cotton of his shirt you find weight slowly easing off your shoulders, melting into his embrace as he slowly wraps his arms around your shaking form, breathing out a soft sigh into his chest.
“i can assure you that if a boy thinks you’re a bad lay because you like certain things, you aren’t the issue sweetheart” he pets along the back of your scalp, smoothing your hair down your back, resting just below the curve of your hip “boys your age are just as inexperienced as you are, and if you scare one by being a little – unique then he isn’t the one at all” and your heart does something odd when the words leave his mouth.
if a guy your age can’t handle you, maybe you need to find someone who can and will.
“mr.kim im not inexperienced” you mutter into his chest, feeling him tense beneath your touch, it makes your body tingle.
he tuts “well i didn’t mean to offend you, i know how mature you are doll” he pats your back in gentle reassurance as he uses his free hand to pull away, creating unnecessary space between your bodies.
you gnaw your bottom lip again, picking at the speckled polish on your nails “i think it was mostly because- well i didn’t…yanno and he was mad that i even said it outloud” you confess, and all taehyung does is watch you with a heavier weighted gaze. your skin is burning, heat welling between your legs, panties so soiled you feel yourself beginning to seep through your pajamas.
“that’s never really been an issue, i can finish just fine but jay was – or is so boring, he even made me get on top” his silence only spurs you on, words flowing out so quickly you don’t even have time to regret them
chuckling “not that i usually mind being on top or anything either - im willing to do alot of things but i just can’t do it so plainly”
taehyung clears his throat to stop your rambling, crossing his arms over his broad chest, drawing your attention to the veins the span from the backs of his delicate hands up his muscular forearms - fading where the tshirt conceals his biceps.
“if you can usually have fun just fine then, of course you aren’t the issue, doll” he shakes his head, letting it cock just slightly to the right “and don’t settle for something that doesn’t turn you on either, you deserve to be treated well” his words have a certain heat, tone so low you’d swear he’s trying not to be caught admitting a secret.
nodding you tilt your head back at him “think any of your older friends might know how to handle me?” and you’re just trying to joke to make yourself feel better, but taehyungs gaze hardens and his jaw tightens for only a moment before he joins you in chuckling quietly.
“i don’t think i know anyone who’d be able to handle you”
and you blush so incredibly hard that your face begins to feel like it’s melting, heart pounding like a hummingbird against your ribacage, fingers tightening and untightening in worry.
“and you can’t handle me yourself, mr.kim?” your words are so low that you barely even hear your own voice, breathy and shaking as it tumble out of your bitten mouth.
but he hears you so clearly that you can feel the shift in the atmosphere, as if you’ve just sliced through a thick blanket of unstableness with a freshly forged blade, heat filling the space between you intead of unwelcomed tension.
when you inhale the scent of him it fills your lungs with electricity, sparking through your ribcage, setting your heart into an unsteady rhythm that makes it hard to exhale.
why’s he so quiet? have you misread everything? all the lingering stares and gentle touches since you became a real adult, the way he didn’t shy away from conversation about sex with you.
“i don’t think you know what you want, doll” dark and enticing mirth follows his words, absolutely punctuating the outcome of this excursion.
shaking your head “i want you to help me find out” and it’s so silent you could hear a pin drop as you close the space between your bodies, the only noise his heavy breathing and the sound of your sneakers against his rug.
your shaky fingers curl around his wrists on either side of his body, trailing the smooth heated skin of his forearms until you can grip his broad shoulders, using him to steady yourself as you lean in slowly, eyes trained on his dark glare.
“you’re so warm” you shift you hands, moving to wrap around his neck, pressing your front to his own. he’s burning against your skin through your sweatshirt, making your skin flush just from the gentle contact.
he still doesn’t move “why did you come to my house tonight, sweetheart” he tilts his head in tandem with yours, letting you invade his personal space.
you push up on your toes until your nose is brushing his own, breathing in the air he exhales “do you want me to leave?” you’re as quiet as a mouse, heavy eyes lowering to his parted lips.
instead of answering he pushes into you, string arms squeezing around your waist as his mouth slots against your own. you can’t help but melt into his embrace ; toungues meeting as you let your jaw open enough for him to envade your cavern, whining softly at the way he tastes every inch of you – your own tongue fighting to taste the toothpaste and smoke melding together with his saliva, its hot and wet and so much more than you could anticipate. kissing kim taehyung feels endlessly perfect, this alone could send you home satisfied.
he softly nips at your bottom lip, smiling into your open mouth as you try and chase after his own swollen one “you’re a dirty girl, aren’t you doll?”
licking over your pout you comb through the soft hair at the nape of his neck, diving back into him instead of answering ; teeth meeting teeth, saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth, making you exhale heavily as you fight to press into him even closer.
his arms loosen around your waist, hands trailing down your backside to grip the meat of your ass, massaging the soft skin ; you mewl into his mouth at the contact, heat surging through your core, wetness pooling against the seat of your panties.
“breathe baby, im gonna give you what you need” he breaks the contact, heaving as he spins you, gently nudging you to fall into the soft cushions of his couch.
you squeak as you meet the cushions, blinking up at him in dazed state, watching with anticipation as he slowly settles on his knees infront of you.
he hands smooth up your knees to your thighs, fiddling with the hem of your pj shorts before he trails back down to separate your legs, making space for himself “lift up” he mumbles and you understand enough to begin tugging the shorts away, blushing when his gaze settles on your bunny printed panties.
“aren’t you just the sweetest thing?” he jokes, suddenly looping his arms beneath your thighs, tugging you to the edge of the couch - plush skin resting along his shoulders, calves trailing down his back.
you can feel his hot breath against your cunt, watching you beneath his bangs and he purses his lips to blow on your clit through the ruined cotton “please, mr.kim” your brows knit, worrying your bottom lip as you watch him between trembling thighs.
he tuts, leaning in to press a soft kiss against your center, before nosing against your sticky panties ; taking a deep inhale the makes you blush.
“so fucking good”
finally he tugs your panties to the side, the action alone hot enough to make you clench around nothing, hips bucking up to meet his spread lips. he moans against your heat as his jaw seems to go lax between your legs, tounge flattening completely against your entrance, before licking its way up to your clit “could eat you everyday” the words vibrate against your core, making your eyes flutter, hands flying to tangle in the hair at the crown of his head.
his tongue swirls your swollen nub, teeth nipping just gently enough to make you whimper before he wraps his lips around you clit completely, humming at your drawn out moans that seem to spurr him on. after abusing your clit for several moments his spreads his mouth open wide again, toungue trailing along your entrance before diving into your tight hole “oh-oh my god” you gasp, stomach caving in as he meets your shaky eyes, smiling against your pussy as he feasts on you like a man starved.
he works his tongue deeply inside of you, swiping against your gummy walls, pressing in so that his nose is burried against your clit ; shaking his head side to side, obscenely slurping at the juices that seep out around his tongue, groaning against you as he swallows down your arousal, incoherent as he praises the way you taste and feel.
your brain is going fuzzy, overwhelmed by both the fact that he really knows what he’s doing and that he is him. the only thing that could be more enjoyable than getting head would be getting head from kim taehyung ; and you’re blessed enough to experience that first hand. the heat between your legs as intensified tenfold, spreading to every inch of your body, forcing you to writhe against his face with every stroke and flick of his tongue. it’s not a new sensation at all but you’ve never come from a guys mouth alone, leave it to this man to be your first something.
“i think m’gonna come” you gasp at the way he hums against you, hole fluttering and clenching around his working tongue, wetness making it semi-hard for him to breathe as he lets you grind against his face.
he doesn’t seem to care even as he starts feel a bit lightheaded against your sopping heat “come on my face sweetheart” he only breaks away ling enough to heave the words out, before he us diving back in to slurp and suck at every inch your heat, determined to swallow down all the juices flowing from your tight cunt.
so you do just that, lips parting in a plea of his name, fingers tugging harshly at the roots of his hair to ground yourself. your thighs tighten around his head, trapping him there, hips grinding senselessly through your release ; near suffocating him for your own pleasure. he only escapes when the high begins to trickle down, making your limbs a little weaker, head falling back into the cushions of his couch as you blink away the white spots in your vision.
you want to say thank you, want to switch places with him and suck him off until he’s literally forcing you away – oh what you’d give to hear taehyung above you, writhing in pleasure and begging you to just stop for a second, maybe you can do that next time. or will there be a next time? you’re getting so ahead of yourself that you lose track of the man occupying your mind.
his lips crash into yours with so much force the it startles you, yelping in surprise before the sound melts into a soft whine against taehyungs swollen mouth. you taste yourself on his tongue, slick that covers nearly the whole bottom half of his face, pressing into your own flushed cheeks ; smearing messily as you widen your jaw to let him invade you fully, until your chest is heaving and your throat burns a little from the lack of oxygen. you make no effort to pull away despite the way your eyes flutter from being just a little lightheaded, you don’t want this to stop. you’re drowning in kisses with kim taehyung, and would be happy if it were plastered on your gravestone, because dying a slow death in the sea of his mouth would probably be the best way to go.
taehyung seems to have other plans in mind, tugging your bottom lip with him as he moves away, and your eyes droop low when they meet his fiery gaze “you’re so good at that” voice unrecognizable, rasping out in desperation and disbelief at how gone you could be over someone just from a little kissing.
he smiles “uh huh” before he’s slipping his hands under the soft cotton of your sweater, looping around back to undo your bra and fling it away. curiously watching as he pushes the pastel material up over your chest, you gasp when he cups your left breast in his warm palm, tweaking your nipple before diving in to wrap his tongue around the hardened bud.
holy hell.
he palms at your other breast, tongue swirling deliciously around your nipple before his teeth gently tug at it, making you arch ; pressing your chest further into his face. he groans against your heated skin, smiling when you lock eyes, before switching to the other tit. he licks and nips at your skin, moving to suckle on the skin between the valley of your breasts, pressing his tongue firmly against your sternum. he doesn’t pull away until light pink and shades of violet bloom in your skin, gently kissing the blossoming bruise before he moves back up your body, standing from his position on his knees so that he can stare down at your compromised figure.
“gonna fuck those tits one day, but right now i need you to lay back baby” light mirth trails the end of his sentence, fiddling with the tie of his pajama pants before he is pushing them down his legs, leaving his hard length pressing against the grey fabric of his briefs.
you shift so that your back presses into the couch cushions, head laid on the pillows against the arm rest, breathing starting to speed up as you make a move the tug your sweater fully over your head. he tuts shaking his head, so you pause, leaving the fabric bunched up below your chin.
he does tug his own shirt over his head, slotting between your legs, leaving you to marvel at the muscles rippling beneath smooth tanned skin ; golden chains against his collarbones that dangle against your skin when he hovers over you. the cool metal does nothing to help your heated state, only causing more liquid to gather between your thighs – probably making a big enough mess to spill onto the couch beneath your ass, maybe even leave a slight stain.
you want that, to stain his couch with a permanent reminder of what’s happening now - hope he can’t ever live peacefully in his own home with you on his mind, the same way you have to suffer when he sits across from you at the dinner table every evening.
“you still with me, doll?” he grips your chin between two fingers, eyes connecting with yours in concern, raking over your muddled features.
you hum “just thinking”
“about what?”
“how badly i want you to fuck me”
he lets out the most beautiful noise, perfect brows knitting as his hand shifts between your bodies to tug his length free of it’s constraints, and you feel drool begin to pool at the back of your throat. he’s as big as you’d imagined, rock hard in his fist, tip a pretty shade of angry pink - cum dribbling from the slit, smearing down the smooth and tan base when he gives himself a fluid stroke. you want to suck him of so fucking bad. eyes fluttering at thought of the weight against your tongue, how he would stretch your mouth the widest it can go, fucking into your throat until your crying and suffocating all at the same time.
“please, taehyung” you plead, moving your hand between your bodies, hand enveloping the tip - jerking as far down and back up as you can at this angle, mewling at the way he jumps at the contact.
“not tonight sweetheart, this is about you”
you let go of him with reluctance, letting him maneuver one of your legs over his shoulder, the other curving around his hip - heel of your sneaker pressing into the curve below his ass. it’s only when he is tugging your panties to the side, slapping his heavy length against your sopping folds, do you realize how filthy this is. it’s almost pornographic really, the way he presses his cock between your separated folds, wetness coating the length - what little cum leaking from his tip smearing against your clit as he thrusts against the swollen bud, again again again, until your writhing below him ; words jumbling together to beg him to fuck you, teetering on the edge in nonsense the more he teases.
“need me to fuck you, doll?” he hisses, pressing his tip against your tight entrance.
“need it so much, baby” you nod, brows pinching when he pushes against the resistance, stretching you slowly, before moving back and repeating the motion again.
you lose all words as he continues to say filthy things against your lips, watching between your bodies, he begins to press more into you ; and the stretch is unlike anything you’ve ever felt, so thick and so hard, burning like fire as he approaches being fully inside. you’ve taken some of the more above average boys in your neighborhood but kin taehyung is absolutely lethal, thick and long, veins prominent against your gummy walls - feeling him with no barrier, it’s overwhelming, its making you lose your breath as he bottoms out.
he doesn’t move of course, sighing into your open mouth, just watching and waiting as you flutter and clench around him. you want to tell him to move, not to hold back, because it feels so good and he isn’t even doing anything but you just can’t. you’re completely speechless, mouth forming tiny little whimpers and whines, hips bucking up only once to get some sort of friction.
“talk to me, doll” he grips the curve of your hip, squeezing to catch your attention, remaining unmoving.
you process his words fully, chest stuttering and shaking as tears begin to well at your lashline, and your chin wobbles as you open your lips to speak ; words on the tip on your tongue the end up coming out as choked sob, utterly and completely overwhelmed as tears begin to stream down your cheeks.
he coos at you, moving to grip your chin “am i hurting you sweetheart? need me to stop?” his voice is so full of concern that it makes you sob harder, cunt clenching around him tighter in a response, as if scared to have him ever be anywhere but inside of you.
so with all the strength you can muster, you shake your head, forcing yourself to speak so that you don’t lose this opportunity “it just feels so good, it’s too good” you cry, tears streaming faster both out of embarrassment and pleasure.
he smiles down at you, and then finally, he makes a prominent thrust, another that has your toes curling, and another that makes you moan his name.
“what feels good baby?” oh, he is such an asshole.
when you inevitably fail to answer, he pistons his hips deeper, fucking into you at a faster pace “my cock feel good? deep in this fucking pussy baby” and you’re fluttering around him at the filthy words, drawing a devious chuckle from his throat as his hips slap against the meat of your thighs loudly. wetness splashing against hid balls and coating both of your skin, making fucking gross wet noises, you’re gushing around him ; endlessly aroused by all the dirty things he says into the soace between your mouths.
your eyes shake “kiss me” and he does, messy and open mouthed, smothering you in affection, casually fucking into you a more unhinged pace everytime you grip him in response to the praise he mutters, fucking you particularly hard as a pleasure ridden grin curves against his mouth, pulling back to look at the happiest smile he’s ever seem on your flushed features.
“you’re so cute, doll” and you have to laugh at the contrast of the words to what’s happening between you now, he’s fucking you like a proper slut ; panties pulled to the side, chains against your sweater, sneakers digging into his shoulder and ass. cute is what he thinks of this.
your laugh is cut short by the way he suddenly pulls out, commanding that you turn over, forcing you into a position where your ass is high in the air and the side of your face is pressed into the pillows previously supporting you. you want to protest, beg that you can see him while he fucks into you, but he rams into you with no warning ; so deep and sudden the you scream into the cotton, eyes rolling to the sky as he picks up a rutheless pace from the start this time.
you didn’t possibly think it could feel any better, but he is proving you wrong, one hand pressed into the back of your neck – keeping your face down, while the other grips one of your ass cheeks ; palming and massaging the plump meat before he gives it a gentle spank “love this fucking ass” he praises, and you clench around him so tight it’s like you fuse together for a moment, able to feel the pulse and twitch of his cock inside of you.
“you like that sweetheart?” he spanks you again, thrusting slower but impossibly deep, and again when you let out a muddled reply.
you’re definitely approaching your peak, ass beginning to sting and thighs beginning to burn, you find the words to let him know your close - drool tumbling from the corner of your mouth, whining as he lets out a firm no.
you’re so so close, body so hot you could rival even the sun, head buzzing with anticipation. you want this release so bad, so bad, but if taehyung says no – you want his praise more than an orgasm. so you hold yourself back, doing your best as he abuses your cunt, driving you senseless with arousal, pushing you to a limit you’re afraid to break. it flooding you, the pleasure only heightened by the fact that it’s him providing it of course, tummy so tight with approaching release that you begin to sob again - shaking without even noticing.
his hand suddenly shifts from the back of your neck to the front, wrapping around your throat, bringing you up to your knees ; back flush against his front, somehow managing to fuck you even better.
this man is enigmatic, something you’ll never fully understand, but if this is the position you end up trying to find out - fuck your never gonna stop.
“gonna come on my cock, doll?” he growls into your ear, squeezing on either side of your throat, smiling into your skin you let out a garbled mess of yes and please, begging for it.
“then do it”
your release comes in one bursting wave, bursting from your cunt to touch every single inch of your body, lighting your body ablaze and setting your mind on fucking fire. it’s foreign, a never before had sensation that you indefinitely decide only he can provide ; and it seems never ending, making your whole body shudder - knees buckling, only kept held up by the grip around your throat. white clouding your vision, fading into a fuzzy mix of grey and black before your lids droop low and your throat begins to burn again from the lack of air. he lets go of you, and you let your face fall into the cushions of the couch, heaving as he pulls out quickly - jerking his cock until ropes of cum paint the reddening skin of your ass.
you’re floating, head light but eyes heavy, barely conscious as your aching limbs are manhandled into a position where it’s a little easier for you to breathe.
“hey doll, you okay?” he caresses the sweaty skin of your cheek, smiling as your eyes flutter open, raking hair away from your face to assess you clearly.
“can i have a kiss?” your voice is low, and scratchy but he only wordlessly leans in, soft and gentle against your mouth - so sweet you feel your teeth beginning to rot every second your lips stay connected.
he sighs against you as he pulls away, pressing you into his side, coddling you in arms “is that what you had in mind?” his tone is gravel and sin, making your chest stutter as you gaze up at him.
“yeah, something like that”
and he smiles so brightly that even the sun should be scared, not ever a match for kim taehyung.
a/n; oh me oh my, im coming back to tumblr…words i never saw my self typing light little first fic to let y’all know what im abt or whatever! had a blast writing this, basically just p*rn but also…it’s good p*rn so we up? ever since taehyung came back from the military…ohhhh he looks magnificent i just couldn’t stop thinking about abt all the positions i would have him in like DAMN. hope u like this, hope u can goon to this like i did ❤️🩹 also give it a like and reblog if u care too!! thos help lots :p
just thinking abt older miguel x younger reader (smut 17+)
age gap! dark concept!
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you’re his best friend’s daughter, who he watched grow from an awkward teen to a young woman.
until puberty hit, and everything changed. no longer wanting to be around miguel or your father, prancing around like you’re better than that – than hanging out with family.
you grew up much faster than he’d hoped you would and sooner rather than later he’s loosing you to parties and dumb college boys (not like you were ever actually his) that he obviously thinks aren’t good enough.
no more wanting to spend Friday evenings snuggled on the couch, watching a scary movie. no more splashing around in his pool, shrieking out when he tosses you from the ladder. it all came to a stop.
you smiling at him or wishing him a good day coming to a halt, and he begins hearing your father complain of your behavior almost everyday. he’s getting sick of it, wishing you’d just be a good girl again. he tried to tell your father that you need punished, but he’s not having it – he swears it won’t do any good. that you’ve grown up too much.
miguel isn’t oblivious to what a young woman in college does. he was your age once, he knows. knows that your frame filled out, and that your legs grew longer, eyes got shiner, pouty lips got poutier. he just tries not to think too hard about how other men know that as well. and don’t get miguel wrong either – he feels like a creep for staring too long, looking where he shouldn’t. you look up to him.
or atleast you did.
but he’s also not an idiot, and he knows that when he’s not looking at you – you’re looking at him. chewing your lip, thinking things you probably shouldn’t, because that would just be wrong. it would be so so wrong.
it’s miguel who knows that it will do good. a simple plan really, to catch you alone, corner you and scare you into being a better daughter. miguel knows he’s a scary guy, that not even you can see past.
a late evening, one where your father is working late, and you don’t have to study. miguel is going to do it then, slipping in through the front door quietly, padding up the stairs to your bedroom.
that’s when he sees you doing something you definitely shouldn’t be.
your bedroom door is cracked, because you think you’re alone, and it’s just enough for him to see you – pillow lodged between your thighs, face screwed tight in pleasure, hips jumping and squirming. Your shirt is longer than it should be, but it’s caught on the curve of your bare ass, revealing it to his wide eyes.
He knows he should just silently retreat, go home and try to pretend like this hasn’t happened, he really does know it. but he stays put.
in a trance, length growing hard in his boxers with every stupid little incoherent plead you let out, squeaking and whining. you’re begging into the air, please wanna cum, please please. frail frame shaking and twitching. he just can’t seem to stop watching, drool pooling at the back of his throat, swallowing thickly.
you gasp out, thighs clamping tighter around the pillow, clearly approaching an orgasm, but you force yourself to stop, chewing your bottom lip. miguel thinks for a moment that maybe you can see him somehow, but that thought diminishes when you toss the pillow to the floor, falling forward, pressing your face into the mattress, legs spread wide, ass high in the air.
he can’t breathe when he sees it – your soaking pussy, screaming for him, creamy and puffy as if you’ve been at for hours.
you slip two fingers in your hole, moaning out, toes curling. the noises you make when you start thrusting your small fingers in and out, gushy and obscenely loud, make him hot. sweat building at his hairline, cock twitching in his pants.
and as if it can’t get any worse, you say it. what he’d been imagining you do.
“miguel please, need it so bad mi vida” you croon, muffled by the bed sheets, but clear as day in his ears.
“hmmm what does my sweet girl need” he coos, clicking his toungue, sucking a breath between his teeth to suffice the nerves building in his stomach.
you pause, face twisting around to see him as he trudges into your room, glowering down at you with shame. your pussy clenches around your fingers, wetness seeping out around the knuckle, and you whine.
your fingers spread your folds, letting him see your greedy hole as his hands come to spread your cheeks, shuddering at the sight up close.
“want you to fuck me, want it so so bad”
he hums, fingers ghosting over your slit, flicking your clit “since you’re begging so sweetly” he smirks.
sweater weather but the punk goes pop vol 6 cover by the band slaves, and yes this matters and is extremely important to the current plot of my life btw
geeking the fuck out watching the game awards right now.. witcher 4, new elden ring & borderlands already got me excited everything else is just extra so many good games coming out
i litr cannot stop imagining reader and bestfriend!stiles getting so incredibly high and they’re just so horny and suddenly it’s like they can’t keep their hands (and mouths) off of each other but they’re just friends helping a friends out right :)) and it’s just cute and fluffy smut
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it happens too quickly — shared laughter somehow morphing into quiet gasps and hurried touches.
you can feel him wrap around your whole body, when in reality his rough hands are only gripping your hips over the fabric of your skirt, fingers pressing to the dimples at the base of your spine, slipping under the fabric of your sweater.
you blink at him, oblivious to the mascara smugged beneath your lashline, and the glitter that has fallen from the paper mache butterflys above your worn out couch, dusting across your face in such a perfect way that stiles swears you can’t be real.
this is very real though – and you become all too aware of that when you feel the stiff length of his cock grow against your core. It makes you stop, nervous fingers hovering above broad shoulders, hot breath stuttering across chapped lips.
Big, sparkling brown eyes, fluffy brown hair — you can’t keep looking at him in this light, it’s creating a pounding at the back of your skull, wincing as you create space between your bodies.
“are you okay?” stiles questions, warily scanning your features, calloused hands massaging the meat of your hips, squeezing in gentle reassurance. you nod silently, but can tell he doesn’t buy it.
pressing your mouth into a thin line, you fiddle with the buttons of his plaid shirt “it’s just- we’re best friends” you blink, drying eyes forcing you to squint at his expression.
his hands glide down your hips, passing over the front of your skirt, past the hem to your knees, fingers slipping past the fabric – creeping it up your thighs, watching you through his lashes, red eyes turned glassy.
“friends, help other friends out” he smiles, thumbs ghosting against the hem of your panties.
that’s all your intoxicated mind needs to lean into his embrace and join your lips once again, moaning into his mouth, licking over his tongue, giggling at the faint taste of fruit loops and strawberry milk, shifting your hips to mesh against his, grinding your heat against his crotch. stiles pistons his hips upwards, pressing his cock right against your clit through the lace of your damp panties, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, grinding against him with more force, lips parting in a desperate pant.
“that feel good?” stiles husks, gently cooing at your slurred response, sweet expression a contrast to the pleasure building between your thighs.
you fist the fabric of his shirt, mewling when his fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of your neck, tugging on the strands gently, forcing you to look at him “you gonna cum? right here, like this?” his words carry a condescending tone, one that makes your pussy ache with need, despite the endless stream of pleasure that comes from humping over his buldge.
“yes – yes, want to cum” you nod, rutting against him more quickly, making the couch below you creak- puffs of hot air slipping past your lips with every roll of your hips.
it’s a tight knot in your stomach, coiling more and more with each passing second, until finally you reach the end of the rope – flashes of heat surging up your thighs, pasing over your shoulder blades, forcing your eyes to squeeze shut as you whine out his name.
“hope you’re not tired baby, now it’s your turn to help me”
idk if you taking requests, but can you do a smut where reader and stiles are in a secret relationship cause reader is scott’s brother, n like one day stiles is so pussy drunk that he’s a whimpering moaning mess. and then scott just so happens to walk in. THEN reader starts to try and get up to follow her brother once he storms out the room, but stiles holds her back and continues until they both cum? just a thought..🫶🏽.
(btw idk if you do anon emojis but if so can i be ‘🧟♀️’)
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stiles has always joked about how he’s a lesser man when it comes to you, crude comments about how he’d give anything to spend all day between your legs, making you squirm just cause he likes it.
but it’s times like this when you actually think stiles might be a feign for pussy – your pussy.
the bed creaks with every rapid thrust of his hips, sheet sheilding where your bodies connect but it doesn’t matter because you can hear the squelching from your sopping folds, and feel the wetness seep down your ass crack splashing across the backs of your thigs when his sack hits your skin. and even if you could see the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you, it wouldn’t matter because – well stiles looks like that.
pupils blown wide as he stares down at you, bitten lips parted enough to let whines and groans slip free every couple of seconds, incoherent praises causing your sweaty skin to flush even more. he’s sweating too, fluffy hair matted to his forhead, sticking up in places from your gripping it.
“jesus fuck baby, love this cunt so much” he mutters, eyebrows frowning as he stares down st you with a determined pout “gonna fucking cum right in this tight pussy, feels too fucking good” you clench around him, gummy walls molding to every ridge and vein along his girthy length, arching your back off the back in hopes to feel him even deeper – whining and crying out when he does.
he drops his face to the crook of your neck, hips becoming slightly sloppy, movements less smooth and more desperate — cock twitching inside of you now, his release definitely nearing.
“oh’baby fuck me so good, feels so amazing” he’s practically crying into your shoulder, thrusting so forcefully your body begins to scoot up the bed, headboard nocking against the bed rhythmically “ — never gonna leave your cunt babe, might cry’feels so good”
your about to moan his name out, eyes rolling to the back of your skull when a creak sounds followed by a glass hitting the floor amd small whispered curse “oh shit!” he murmurs, and when you peak over stiles shoulder to lock eyes with ones that mirror your own, your breath completely leaves your lungs and sudden your trying to scramble away from stiles.
scott makes a face of disgust, throwing his hands up in the air as he spins on his heel, the sound of sneakers hitting the stairs loud as he stomps away “shit, shit, shit! stiles stop!” you cry, gasping when stiles shifts to his knees, pulling out to just the tip as he stares down at you with pleading eyes.
“gotta cum baby”
he slams back into you to punctuate his sentence, your jaw going slack in a silent moan, pussy clenching around his cock in a violent manner. your toes curl against the mattress, tears welling at your lash line – an overwhelming mix of embarrassment and pleasure taking over as he pounds into you so hard you’re worried he might actually hurt you.
you can feel the pulse and twitch of his cock against your straining walls, struggling to take him the deeper he goes, pressing your body so harshly into the bed you swear you hear the crackle of wooden planks beneathe your matress.
“s-stiles, it’s to-to much” you plead, mascara running streaks down your cheeks now, sweat and tears matting your hair to your face and neck, the sight making stiles go cross eyed, gripping the underneaths of your thighs as he leans back just enough to fold you in half, biceps rippling beneath his taut skin – prominent veins trailing up his fingers to his forearms, its enough to have your eyes rolling back into your skull, biting down on your bottom lip so hard blood fills your jaw, making you cry out in pain — but mostly because you’re cumming so hard that it drains the air from your lungs, stiles suffocating you with a wet and lazy kiss as his own orgasm creeps closer.
it’s not much longer before he’s becoming erratic in his thrusts, rhytm thrown a bump as he pumps his seed deep in your cunt, filling you so much it begins to spill put around the base of cock, and down his balls, making obscene noises as he pulls out with a weak hiss, dark eyebrows furrowing from the lack of warmth.
“maybe we’ll close the door next time?” he smirks down at your spent expression, brown eyes full of trouble.
