summary: after a long day at work, you and hueningkai get stuck in an elevator.
cw: pet names, dacryphilia, slightly manipulative tones, creampie, no protection, kinda exhibitionism?, dom! kai, swearing, dry humping, bulge kink, begging, praise, size kink, perversion, anything else i might’ve forgotten, mdni!!
wc: 2.6k
it had only been a few weeks since the new intern, hueningkai, had arrived at your company in search of a permanent job position. you had been assigned to supervise him along with a few other staff members as a part of your preparation for an upcoming promotion. he was quiet and reserved, but always displayed eagerness in doing his best in every possible task you presented him with.
he spoke only when necessary, always respectful, always focused, but there was something about the way he carried himself that lingered in your mind long after conversations ended. he never overstepped, never crossed a line.
but he didn’t need to. his presence was calm and consistent.
over time, you started to grow fond of him. when the workload wasn’t completely overwhelming, you’d invite him over to your desk for small, innocent chats over coffee and sweet bread. he always listened patiently as you vented about annoying coworkers, endless projects, or your creepy boss. he never judged. he just listened, with that soft look in his eyes like he understood more than he let on.
he was just so sweet. but oh, how he drove you crazy.
it became more and more frequent, that after long and dreadful day of work, you’d find yourself thinking about him as you entered your apartment complex. he was just so good at making you feel better, even if he didn’t say a word to you. you wished he was there with you.
what was worse is that you could never deny that he was your type. he was cute but masculine and his eyes were just so entrancing. his plush lips and nose were like no other. you wanted him so bad.
no, you needed him so bad.
but you couldn’t have him. that would ruin your image at the company and make it impossible for you to fulfill your dreams of making it big.
so, as a way to relieve the temptation, you’d touch yourself to the thought of him late at night, wishing he could hear the way you whimper his name on your bed.
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here you were.. clocking out late again, the building nearly empty, your feet sore from the heels that came with your uniform, and your skirt riding just a little too high from the long day. hueningkai lingered near the exit of the cube farm, bag slung over one shoulder, fingers tapping lightly against the strap as he waited for you.
“ready?” he asked gently, offering that same stupid smile that made your stomach flutter.
“yeah. let’s go,” you replied, trying to keep it cool while walking down the hall.
you both stepped into the elevator, the hallway light casting a soft gold hue over his face just before the doors closed. inside, it was quiet. too quiet. you stood beside him, hands clasped tightly in front of you, feeling the weight of every inch of space between you.
you watched as hueningkai pressed the button with the number 1, taking note of the numbers beginning to decrease after the elevator started moving.
suddenly, you heard a loud mechanical clunk. the elevator jolted to a stop.
you both stumbled slightly.
“what the hell…” you muttered, pressing the emergency button. nothing.
hueningkai chuckled softly. “looks like we’re stuck.”
he sounded way too calm. you tried not to show your panic.. or the heat rising in your chest. “of course we are,” you muttered, blowing out a breath. “great.”
you both knew you would be there for a while. aware that repairs in this building tend to drag on, you brace yourself for a wait. you quickly pull out your phone to dial 911.
he shrugged, then surprised you by slowly sliding down to sit on the elevator floor, stretching his long legs out with a sigh. he says, “guess we wait,” after you finish your call.
you hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to stand or sit, but your body felt too on edge. so you leaned back against the wall, staying upright.
you watched him—his straight black hair falling slightly over his eyes, the collar of his button-up loose, the rise and fall of his chest steady and relaxed. and something about the whole situation—his calmness, the intimacy of the space, the tension you’d been ignoring for weeks—it just snapped something in you.
time dragged on. you began to get bored, and really, what better way to entertain yourself than by having perverted thoughts about the person sitting next to you?
you take small glances at the individual so close in proximity, scanning the way his long fingers scroll on his phone.
the thought of him ruining you with those fingers turned you on. you couldn’t control it, you needed some type of relief.
thinking you could be slick, you pressed your thighs together. you shifted, adjusting your skirt again. but he noticed. his eyes went up to follow the movement. then they dropped—lower. and then he paused.
you froze.
you could feel it too. the heat. the dampness. your baby blue panties sticking to your entrance just enough to make it known.
his eyes darkened. he blinked once. slowly.
and judging by the small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips… he’d definitely noticed.
his voice was calm. “is that how you react to me?”
your heart leapt into your throat. “i—no, i’m not—”
his gaze didn’t waver. “you’re shaking,” he said casually, eyes still locked where they shouldn’t be. “you’re not very good at hiding it.”
you clenched your fists at your sides, feeling paralyzed.
“no.. i swear it’s not what you think..” you began. your voice fails and your words turn into a squeak. “i’m just scared of elevators. that’s all.”
kai doesn’t laugh. he doesn’t tease. he just keeps watching you like he’s seeing you for the first time. “you’re not very good at hiding many things, you know, i see the way you look at me all the time,” he says. his voice is still gentle, still sweet—but lower now. like he’s speaking only to you in secret despite you two being the only ones present. like he’s been waiting for this moment.
“now, tell me the truth. is that the kind of reaction i get out of you?”
you look down at the elevator floor. you could feel yourself getting red in the face, but you still make an effort to nod a microscopic nod.
huening chuckles, about to go back to scrolling on his phone when you interrupt him.
you don’t know why, but his reaction makes you want to explain yourself. you don’t want him to think lowly of you. maybe he thinks you’re a whore who wants the attention of just any guy.
“no, you just don’t understand..” you began. your legs felt weak and you began to shake more intensely. was it out of fear of disgusting him, or embarrassment? or what if it was just because you were claustrophobic and it felt like the elevator would fail and plunge a hundred feet, making it possible to crush you both in the process?
you bit your lip. the elevator felt smaller by the second.
“i just…” your throat tightened. “you make it hard to think straight.”
his lips parted at that, and you swore you saw the corner of his mouth twitch up again. just barely.
you contemplated saying your next words.
“i.. i um.. i need you,” you stuttered, your voice almost a whisper now. “so bad it’s starting to hurt.”
he raised an eyebrow. “do you really?” he tried concealing the tent forming in his pants. he was so glad to hear you admit that. were you aware of all the times he’s jacked off to the voice messages you send him for instructions?
you nodded, wide-eyed and heart racing. “yes, please!” you didn’t care if you sounded desperate.
he patted his lap, still lounging on the floor like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. “alright, baby. come get what you need.”
you hurried to slide down onto his lap facing him, knees on either side of his hips, skirt bunched up.
“use me,” he said innocently, blinking his eyes at you. “make yourself feel good.”
he didn’t move. didn’t even touch you.
“go on,” he said as he caressed you arm, tilting his head slightly. “you can use me.”
you, still feeling extremely embarrassed from your confession just moments prior, quickly started to rock against him, grinding slowly like an animal in heat trying to appear to have some sort of self control. your breath catching with every roll of your hips and your clothed cunt making contact with the bulge that was being restrained in his pants. you tried going faster as you became more desperate, but it was no use. you sigh in frustration, although you try not to make it obvious.
“you’re so adorable when you’re like this,” he whispers into your ear, “so needy. so desperate for me.” his hot breath sends chills down your spine.
you hated how much you liked hearing it, though.. it turned you on, but it just wasn’t enough.
you whimper softly, head falling forward as your hands rested on his chest, picking up the pace you were dry humping him at. “hah~” you pant, “need.. more…” you eventually upped your pace, practically clawing into him now.
hueningkai decides to free you from his teasing, swiftly picking you up from his bulge and sliding off his pants halfway before you’re crawling back onto him. he pulls down his boxers and his hard cock springs out and oh no.
to be quite frank, you didn’t know if it would fit. you hadn’t seen a cock as big and thick as his in real life. not to mention it was so pretty. so so so pretty.
“uh.. huening..”
“oh..! it’s okay. i’ve got you. i’ll be gentle.” he responds quickly as he sees the fear in your eyes for just a moment. he found it endearing how flustered you’d become in such a short amount of time. craving the feeling of him inside you, you nod quickly and lean down to give a kiss to his pink tip leaking with precum before aligning it to your entrance. he fights back a giggle. you’re just so sweet.
he feels so bad for what he’s about to do to you, but he just can’t control himself anymore. he grabs your jaw to push your lips into his and tries to create the appearance of slowly entering you before grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto him. bottoming out, he groans loudly.
“too big.. t-too much..!” you yelp, disconnecting your lips from his as you feel tears beginning to form. his method to keep you from yelling utterly failed..
he brings a finger to your lips to hush you. ”i'm sorry.. you’ll be okay.” he starts to slowly pull out and sink into you. “didn’t you want this, baby?” his tone had changed so quickly, making you realize that you had never imagined your once cool and collected intern to have such dirty and manipulative words roll off his tongue like it was normal small talk. he begins to move you up and down manually as you clench around him. “fuck, you’re so tight.” he plants a kiss on your cheek for comfort, feeling the way your walls were still tense around him. “just relax, you’re safe with me.”
kai, letting his curiosity get the best of him, brings one of his hands to your stomach, feeling the bulge he’s created inside of you and pressing down on it. you mewl from the new sensation.
it’s so overwhelming. you can feel his cock pulse against your walls.. and it’s a new feeling but fuck it hurts so good. “what happened to my greedy girl.. hm? i thought you needed me? and now that you have me, it’s too much? was this not what you expected? or is this not enough?”
“n-no! no. i can take it..” you explain hurriedly. “i want this! i want your cock.. so bad.. it’s—it’s just that i need to warm up! ngh—ah.. that’s all!” you try to prove yourself to him by riding up and down on him but he splits you open so much that you begin to tear up. he tries to hide how much it’s turning him on but he just can’t hold back his cute noises. “my sweet girl,” he begins, “you can take your time if you’d like.”
pfft. first he rushes to fill you up with his dick and now he’s talking about taking your time?
the pain eventually subsides, turning into pleasure and you decide to move more quickly. wanting to feel more intimate with him, you wrap your hands around kai’s head and breathe into the crook of his neck. ”hyuka! i mean kai! huening! fuck!” you try to muffle, your whimpers of his name catching his attention so he grabs your chin to make eye contact with him.
you stare at him as you feel him hit that sweet spot in your core. “what’d you call me?” he asks sweetly, still encouraging you to keep the pace that you were riding him at. he didn’t mind that you called him hyuka. it just wasn’t like you. you only ever called him his formal name.
“ngh, hyuka?” you reply with a confused expression on your face, too enamored by the way his tip was knocking on your cervix over and over again, not truly understanding the severity or significance of your own actions. the nickname didn’t mean much to you. but it meant so much to him. he loved it.
“mmm~ keep calling me that, baby, you sound so cute,” he coos. his thrusts from below you become more sloppy as he chases his own high. he brings down his hand to rub at your clit, making you twitch at his touch.
“ahh.. oh fuck!” you cry. the stimulation from his fingertips was everything you could ever ask for. his length ramming into you was just the cherry on top. “hyuka, we should’ve, ah—done this sooner!” you say with a genuinely giddy expression on your face.
you could see his stupid smirk begin to form once again. “it’s better late than never, no?” he says, fucking hard into your now dripping pussy. you had almost forgotten you were in an elevator until you heard a small creak come from the floor below you.
“shit, baby, you’re doing so well for me..” he groans. he was getting dangerously close to his own climax. “you look so perfect falling apart on my cock.. fuck, you don’t know how long i’ve wanted this.”
you’re overwhelmed now, every swipe to your clit making your legs tremble. you’re barely able to keep rhythm, breathing out “it’s too much! please, please let me cum!” kai listens to your pleas, fucking into you, telling you to “let go, i’ve got you.”
your peak finally crashes down onto you and you feel nothing but pure bliss. you cling onto hueningkai, hoping he would just spill his cum inside you right then and there. he reaches his orgasm only a few moments later, pounding his seed deep into you, making sure that you don’t spill even a single drop.. you don’t even realize you’re drooling on his shoulder at this point.
once you collapse over him, he kisses your temple and brushes your hair back. suddenly, though, another loud clank came from above, and a voice shouts:
“hey! you two okay in there?!”
your heart sank at that very moment. you both look at each other and freeze.
summary: patrick makes sure to fill his phone with content he can jerk off to because he can't even last three days on a game trip without sex.
wc: 0.9k+
cw: fingering, filming
Your back laid flat against Patrick’s muscular chest, his arms lazily slung over your waist, one hand pressed against your stomach underneath your tank top, caressing the skin with his thumb. His other hand rested between your spread thighs, fingers lazily pumping in and out of your soaked cunt. Moans filled the small dorm as Patrick’s fingers continuously thrusted inside you, squelching sounds of your drenched pussy filling your boyfriend’s ears.
Head resting on Patrick’s shoulder, you exposed your neck to him, which he took advantage of by pressing sloppy kisses to, biting down teasingly just to see the way your hips thrusted upwards, desperately chasing his touch. Your legs were bent, feet pressed down on the bed on the outside of Patrick’s extended legs, stopping you from clamping your legs shut at any point.
Patrick’s computer was open at the edge of the bed, the film you were watching now an abandoned distraction. The computer only remained for its new purpose; to keep Patrick’s phone propped up, the camera open, filming everything. Your boyfriend’s gaze stayed glued between your face – screwed up in pleasure, mouth open to release high pitched moans – and your cunt, dripping proof of your pleasure onto the white bed-sheets.
In the screen’s reflection, Patrick groaned at the sight of his cum-coated fingers, a reminder of the orgasm he had already pulled from you several minutes ago. Your breath hitched as his fingers grazed the same spongy soft inside you; one he can so easily reach, but avoids just to keep you on edge. The rough palm of Patrick’s hand pressed against your clit, making you squirm in his arms, legs fighting to shut as you whined loudly.
“My sweet girl, keep those legs open for me.” You whined loudly as Patrick’s free hand travelled from your stomach to gently grasp one of your thighs, pulling it to the side to make more space for his hand. Patrick slid his fingers out of your cunt and you whimpered, looking into your reflection on the phone, watching as he brought his fingers to your clit, rubbing it harshly in quick circles. “Oh, Patrick.” You panted, back arching against his chest, just barely feeling his erection poking into your lower back.
“I love you so much.” Patrick mumbled, pressing his lips against your temple. “I love you too.” You replied in between choppy breaths, gasping as he pushed his fingers into you again. You bucked your hips against his fingers, desperate for him to curl his fingers into you just right and bring you over the edge.
“Patrick” You whined, a hand clasping around his wrist, trying to push his fingers deeper into you. Patrick chuckled, free hand pinching your cheeks between his fingers, pushing your head in the direction of his face so he could slam his lips onto yours. You whimpered at the feeling of his lips onto yours, mouth parting as he pushed his tongue between your lips, meeting yours in a sloppy kiss. Down below, he curled his fingers into you, pushing them inside you to the third knuckle so they grazed your sweet spot just right.
Moaning incoherently, you instantly fell apart on Patrick’s fingers again, one hand gripping his thigh as you came, legs trembling as hot pleasure shot through your body, lips separating from your boyfriend’s to rest your head on his shoulder again. Patrick removed his fingers from your cunt slowly, teasing you by running his wet fingers up your slit, dragging them over your clit. You gasped loudly, thighs attempting to clamp shut, but Patrick eased his legs open even wider, pushing your feet further apart to make more space between your thighs.
“Nuh-uh, Patrick.” You pleaded, fingers desperately tugging his hand away from your cunt. “Shh, don’t worry baby.” He told you, staring into the phone’s screen as he gathered the remnants of your orgasm, spreading them around your cunt. “Need something to look at when I go for the game tomorrow.” Your thighs twitched, and you followed Patrick’s gaze, your face going hot at the realisation that you’d soaked the sheets below you, your cunt glistening with wetness.
Patrick grinned widely as he separated his fingers from you, bringing them up to his mouth to suck on them eagerly, eyes fluttering shut as he tasted you. “You’re only gonna be gone three days.” You finally said, bringing your shaky legs between Patrick’s so you could extend them on the bed with a weak flop. Patrick let out an exaggerated sigh, wrapping his arms around your torso to bring your in a rib-crushing hug as he turned onto his side. You squealed as you were manhandled onto your side, breathing becoming heavier as Patrick began leaving kisses on your neck again.
“So you don’t love me?” Patrick asked, pressing himself as close to you as possible, letting you feel the exact imprint of his cock. “I do! It’s just- You can go three days without sex.” Patrick ignored your words, one hand leaving your waist to trail down your back. His fingers played with the hemline of your top, and he tugged it upwards until you took pity on him, helping him take it off. Patrick hummed, pressing his cock into your ass and groaning softly.
“Think you can take another one?” He asked, but didn’t give you any space to answer as he was already tugging his shorts off, sitting up for a brief moment to grab his phone and move it to get a better angle of you.
“Never mind what I said about lasting three days without sex, you can barely go thirty min-oh Patrick!”
i just know lara is so good at eating pussy would literally beg to eat reader out
you noticed that lara’s oral fixation started a little bit after she ate you out the first time. i mean, of course you knew she would enjoy it; the way she’s been begging you to finally taste your pussy made it pretty obvious that it would be something she would like. you just didn’t expect her to like it that much.
every time she would come home from practice, baby would practically beg for you to sit on her face for hours on end just so she could take her mind off of her stressful and tiring day. lara would unironically make you cum in her mouth until you felt dizzy; listening to your moaning and squirming would make her reach her high as well. her favorite thing in the world would be touching herself as she buried her face on your pussy so you both could cum together.
Do u have any perv g!p loser Sophia thoughts u want to share? 👉👈
cw: riding.
sophia with the concept of a perverted loser is something so charming and adorable because she gives me this sweet and romantic girl vibe that in turn turns into a bit of a virgin loser too 🥺 she is a charismatic girl but she can’t help but become somewhat awkward when it comes to feelings!
about to sleep with her until you realize that she really doesn’t know what to do, absolutely nothing! sophia is a loving lover and the fact that she is stupidly romantic and cheesy excuses her for being somewhat pathetic. if it were someone else you would probably have ended things a long time ago, but since it’s this sweet and weird girl you have more patience with her <3
and she really doesn’t know what to do 😭 how every pervert she is can just watch you do things while she feels her cock harden in her pants, doing absolutely and without even caring how noticeable her erection is! sophia is fulfilling her fantasy of being about to fuck a hot and gorgeous girl, and no matter if she would have to put on an act to impress you and give her best, she can’t think coherently at this moment
the moment you take off your clothes in front of her eyes 🫠 at first it started with something more basic like climbing onto sophia’s lap and grinding against her crotch until you had her whimpering beneath you and moving her pelvis against you in search of more contact and friction, immediately bringing her hands to your hips to dig her fingers into your hip bones and try to move you so you keep grinding against her, and of course you do! but closing your lips on sophia’s because we’re all dying to kiss those full lips that always have the most beautiful lip gloss 😍 she has no problem kissing you while you two are practically fucking with your clothes on because she can do more than one thing at a time! it’s no problem at all that your ass is literally on her cock because sophia can handle it — of course, until when you finally start getting rid of the clothes; sophia would immediately try to complain because you moved away from her and stopped kissing her, opening her eyes and finding your bare chest because you’re literally taking off your shirt in front of her 😳 and i’m a believer that she would definitely love to leave a trail of open mouth kisses and hickeys all over your neck, collarbones and chest because she is a kisser
she definitely deserves the best ride but above all because she lets out the most beautiful sounds 👌🏻she is not so much foul–mouthed and demeaning buuut rather mixes curses with praise and pet names. sophia may be down but she is still the pathetic loser who is eager to fuck you and looks desperate, so you have to keep in mind that she will be fucking you from below to do some of the work even though you’re riding her! she is just a desperate baby who can’t get enough and can bred you all day long if you give her the signal
you gon' have to do more than just (say it) you gon' have to do less when you (do it) so mama, you know I (show it) always want you to (prove it)
⌗ LARA — fem!reader, smut, a bit of fluff, swearing, oral ( lara receiving ), scissoring, softdom!reader, stress, etc...
⌗ SYPNOSIS — after promoting in Inkigayo, lara seemed extra tired and stressed — she deserved a well needed rest and maybe something more
⌗ CUPID — requested by my mootie @sourb1tter
the promotion for gnarly in korea has left you and the rest of the girls restless — practice here and then outfit fitting there, you all barely got a break
especially lara, the girl has been so out of it recently, she performed so well though always giving her best which you admired the girl for — lara always acted like she was okay, acting strong rather than being vulnerable with the other members
yet she was different with you, you two were closer than the rest, you were lara's rest person — you help her feel calm and loved
while fitting the outfits for the last performance in korea, you noticed how the desi girl barely spoke, and was so silent that even sophia noticed joking about it too, lara only chuckles a bit, one that you can tell was forced — lara was so drained her eyes heavy as she tried to compose herself
finally time to perform you all got into position, your eyes kept going to the vocalist, worry clouding your mind as you see her taking deeper breaths and looking stressed — the final chorus comes and lara winces as she gave her all, that's when you really snapped — she is overworking herself
after you and the girls take a few pictures and finally go back to your respective hotel rooms — you wait until it was 1 am, texting lara you'll be coming to her room, “i'll be at your room in a minute, are you awake hun?” you send — a minute later she responds, “mhm, why?” you took it as a sign and walked a few rooms over knocking at her door
the girl opens in her robe, her hair messy and make up removed, in your opinion lara looked gorgeous especially with her bare face — “why y/n?” lara asks softly yawning towards the end of the sentence — “i know your stressed, let me help you” you mutter
you went in, sitting at her bed — you pat the space beside you which lara sat on, “how'd you notice?” lara ask, her voice was small and fragile unlike the one she uses with others — “how can i not, lay back for me hun” you replied softly pushing her down the bed, lara obeys grunting softly as her head meets the pillows
you tap her thighs signalling her to spread them, afterwards you sit in between them tracing circles on her inner thighs before kissing on them whispering praise towards the woman, “you've been so incredible lara, I'm so proud of you” you mumble into her skin, sucking a particular spot leaving a pinkish mark that will soon bloom into a dark purple mark — lara whimpers, already needy and worked up
“where do you need me princess?” you ask not wanting to force lara, “please” lara begs and it's all the confirmation you needed — you removed her robe met with her naked form, her tattoos decorating her skin so beautifully — her core was glistening with arousal as she looks down on you with those pleading eyes, it was hard for you not to just bend her over the bed, but this was for lara not for you
you lick over her thighs, hands putting her thighs on your shoulders to give you deeper access, finally you lay your tongue flat on her cunt making her whimper silently, you tease her clit sucking on it softly hearing her small mewls and moans as she begs you to go faster, you then move to her entrance, “fuck you taste amazing” you mumble pushing in your tongue into her cunt her back arched off the bed, “y/n!” she whines bucking to your face, you thrust in and out seeing lara satisfied and clearing her mind made you so happy
you move back to her clit sucking it with urgency coaxing loud yet so addicting moans out of the girl above you — “please I'm so close” lara manages to say before she convulses and gushes into your mouth, you continue lapping at her cunt softly helping her come down from her high, “shit — so good” she mutters as you pull away
her chest heaved as her breathing eventually was even
“thank you so much baby” she whispers smiling softly, you smile back crawling back up to kiss her lips, she melted into you, she was so sweet like honey and sickeningly addicting — “you've worked so hard my love” you praise as lara's hands wrap around your waist making you sit atop of her
“can we?” lara asks shyly, knowing what she was implying you immediately nod happy to do anything to make her satisfied — you shed of your sleep shorts and underwear throwing it somewhere in the hotel room, you climb up at laras body laying your thighs over hers
you shudder feeling her warm skin on yours as she looks at you like your a masterpiece in a gallery — slowly you lower yourself onto lara's awaiting cunt — when the first few moments lingered lara sweet voice filled the room as you groan softly as she practically vibrated under you
slowly lara grinds on your cunt signalling you to start too — you held onto laras thighs moving at a restless speed, it was smooth and fast, feeling your clit bump into lara's had to be the best thing ever, her small moans when you grind just a bit harder was one of the best things you've heard ever — you bit your lip as you felt the knot in your stomach slowly tightening
“i love you so much” lara mewls as you felt her getting close again, “baby i love you more- fuck” you stammer as you let go convulsing on eachothers core — lara whines feeling your slick arousal coat hers
after you two stayed in the moment for a few minutes, you stood up and cleaned up, bringing water and a few snacks to the girl on the bed, “feel better?” you asked as you wiped lara's legs, “so much more better” lara whispers already getting sleepy, you hum in response laying next to her, lara immediately cling to you her head resting on your chest which you smile softly at — you brush her hair using your fingers humming a lullaby as you start to fall asleep as well
Hi hi hi! Could you do a manon fic where she’s in the live where she’s reading wattpad stories except she sees fics where people are shipping the reader with everyone BUT her and she’s like “so where’s the manon x y/n? fics?” “where my writers at? can we get onto that?” An y/n is in the comments like “??? Don’t say that??? You’ll give them ideas?” Idk something silly like that haha. Thank you!
In Between Lines
Manon was in her room, hair tied up in a messy bun, makeup off, hoodie slightly too big. She was scrolling through Wattpad on her iPad like it was the most casual thing in the world. A bag of chips beside her. Her knees tucked up.
“Okay, okay…next story,” she mumbled, eyes squinting. “Oop, wait, this one’s Sophia x Y/N. Alright.”
The chat was already unhinged.
“NOT YOU READING FANFICS OF YOUR GROUPMATES”
“this is so wild help”
“i’m wheezing this is real??”
Manon kept going, fully entertained, reading out dramatic lines in an overly serious voice.
“‘Sophia pressed her forehead against Y/N’s, her breath catching. “I’ve waited so long to tell you,” she whispered—’ oh my god this is intense,” she laughed, tossing her head back.
Another few minutes passed. She flipped to a different story.
“Okay, okay, this one’s Megan x Y/N. Let’s goooo.”
She gasped mid-reading. “Y/N cooked for her?? Ugh I’m jealous now.”
The chat blew up.
“girl you’re not subtle 😭”
“this is fanfic not manifesting”
“we see you 👀”
Then came the kicker.
She tilted her head, scrolling again. Her face started scrunching up in mock confusion.
“Wait. Hold on.”
Scroll. Tap. Scroll again.
“I’ve seen Sophia x Y/N, Megan x Y/N, Daniela x Y/N, EVEN Lara x Y/N, but where’s the Manon x Y/N content, hmm?”
She raised her eyebrows dramatically at the camera.
“Where’s the Manon x Y/N fics, guys?? Like… hello?? Am I not fanfic material??”
She paused. “Where my writers at?? Can we get on that?!”
The chat completely combusted.
“MANON STOPP”
“WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT”
“not her begging for fanfiction omfg”
“girl you KNOW they’ll take that as a challenge 💀”
And then, right in the chaos, one comment slipped through.
“Y/N: don’t say that??? you’ll give them ideas???”
Manon saw it. Froze.
Then her face slowly lit up like she’d just hit the jackpot.
“Wait wait wait, Y/N’s here?!”
She leaned closer to the camera with the most chaotic grin. “Heyyy, Y/N. 👀 I see you.”
You commented again, rapid fire:
“NO YOU DON’T”
“LOG OFF RIGHT NOW”
“THIS IS ILLEGAL”
Manon giggled, collapsing dramatically into her pillow.
“Oh it’s so over for you now,” she said, eyes twinkling. “You know what you just did, right? You gave the internet a mission.”
She sat back up, totally smug. “Anyway, I’ll be patiently waiting for my slow-burn, friends-to-lovers, enemies-to-lovers, whatever, Manon x Y/N fic. You guys better deliver.”
Could we please have face riding with Vernon and squirting on his face and him being like ‘omg that was the hottest thing ever’ if this is too much that’s ok but love your writing hope your having a good day xx
Can you handle it? || Vernon Chwe
Word count:650
Notes: of course I can do this anon thank you for requesting hope you enjoy!
As you enter the apartment with Vernon, he immediately pushes you against the wall. His hands grip your hips possessively, while his lips find your neck.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you all night," he whispers against your skin, grinding his hardness against your thigh. "You look so good in that dress." His fingers trace the hem of your dress, playing with the edge of your underwear. "But I want to see more of you." Vernon takes your hand and leads you towards the bedroom, his eyes dark with desire. Once inside, he starts removing his clothes while watching you expectantly.
"Strip for me," he commands huskily. "Slowly." Vernon lounges on the bed, his gaze intense as he watches you begin to undress. His cock stands proud against his stomach, already hard and throbbing.
"That's it, baby," he encourages, stroking himself lazily. "Take your time, let me enjoy the view." As you slowly peel off your dress, revealing more skin inch by inch, he bites his lip. His free hand clenches the sheets in anticipation.
"God, you're so beautiful," he groans, his eyes roaming hungrily over your body. "Come here and ride my face."
"Are you sure?" you ask, taking a step closer to the bed. "I might suffocate you." Vernon grins, spreading his legs wider and patting his chest. "I'll take that risk," he says, his voice rough with desire. "Come here and sit on my face. I want to taste your pussy."
His hands reach for your hips, guiding you closer to him as he positions himself beneath you. The hunger in his eyes leaves no doubt he's ready for this. Vernon pulls you onto his face, immediately attacking your folds with his tongue. His strong hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he devours you.
"You're so wet already," he moans against your skin, his nose buried in your folds. "I can smell how much you want me." His tongue circles your clit before thrusting deep inside you, alternating between the two motions while keeping you steady. The sight of you above him drives him wild. Vernon can feel your thighs trembling as you grip the headboard for support. His tongue works faster, spearing into your entrance while his nose rubs against your clit.
"Grind on my face," he commands, digging his fingers into your thighs. "Use me however you want, I can take it." The combination of his tongue's skillful movements and his words sends waves of pleasure through your body. Your hips start moving on their own, seeking more friction.
"Oh god, Vernon!" you cry out, your grip on the headboard tightening as your orgasm builds. "I'm so close..." Your thighs clench around his head as you grind harder against his face. His tongue moves in perfect sync with your movements, knowing exactly what you need.
"Cum for me," he growls, the vibrations from his voice adding to the pleasure. "Show me how good I make you feel." Vernon's eyes widen in surprise as you squirt, your juices coating his face and chin. He continues licking and sucking through your orgasm, drinking up every drop.
"Holy shit," he gasps, finally releasing you from his grip. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen." He wipes his face with the back of his hand, a mix of pride and satisfaction in his expression. "You're amazing, baby." Vernon wipes his mouth with his thumb, still smirking up at you from his position on the bed. His face glistens with your wetness, and he seems completely unbothered by it.
"You made such a mess," he teases, his cock still rock hard and leaking against his stomach. "But I think it's my turn now." He sits up and pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I want to be inside you so bad," he whispers against your ear.
Vernon's hands roam over your body as he asks, "Can you handle it?"
You were sitting on Johnny's lap as he was watching some shitty porn on the laptop. Not exactly sitting on his lap. Sitting on his cock precisely.
"Gosh john-johnny..." you moan around his neck as your hands cling around his neck. Eyes closed trying hard to adjust his girth.
"Mmmh baby..too big for yah?" he rumbled. One of his hands found your breast and cupped them rough. His fingers pulled your tits making you hiss and moving your ass.
"Ah-ha!no movin sweetie.." he whispered with a smirk. A tight pinch added on your tits as a punishment.
"John-hurts.."
"I guess im just too big for my little girl,hm?" he chuckles pushing his cock a bit deeper making you jump in shock.
"Silly girl" he chuckled and spanked you two times.
Your pussy was crying in pain, begging you to move over his large cock. But you knew not to anger your Johnny. He could feel your pussy juicing up around his cock. He smirked,"I didn’t even got to ram your pussy and its already soaking me wet,naughty girl"
"Johnny please-please can-can I move?"
"No moving baby girl. Daddy trying to open up your greedy little pussy,mmmh?" he mumbled taking one of your tits in his mouth sucking them hard.
"Johnny~~" you moaned loud as he pushed the whole length inside then keeping it deep in your cunt.
"Such a greedy pussy...need to train this pussy,mh?"
thinking about bucky finding nearly all shapes, sizes, and color of women attractive-- but specifically having a thing for curvy women / curvy!reader (as I mentioned in A New Kind of Love)
holy fuck I got carried away LMFAO OOPS, explicit content under the cut!! mdni!!
he was an avid bachelor in the 40s, and some things never change. he may not be as good as he once was when it comes to flirtations, but he's still got charm and he knows it. what has changed is the women who walk down the streets of new york city.
women wearing trousers was not unheard of, but was unusual. now, women wear clothes that are skin tight and accentuate all the right places.
bucky considers himself a respectful man, but even he is not above temptations.
his eyes would be trained on your figure as you walked around the apartment in your sleep shorts and a fitted tank top. you weren't intentionally trying to tease him--in fact, this was simply the most comfortable thing you had to wear around the house on a hot spring day. new york weather is temperamental; one day it's 80 degrees fahrenheit and sunny, and the next it's high 50s with rain for 5 days in a row.
humidity is also rampant, given the city is essentially interconnected islands. the climate is humid subtropical, meaning there's spring tropical storms as well.
put all that together and you get humid, hot days where a thin sheen of sweat coats your skin near permanently. you're sweating in places you didn't even think you could sweat in before. your thighs are chafing from the moisture combined with friction, the undersides of your breasts cling to cotton as you forego a bra. your ass is damn near eating your shorts with how they ride up, but you could never be bothered to find ones that fit loosely.
bucky, however, is too damn caught in how you must've been carved in venus' image. your skin glistens as if it were tempting him to have a taste, your clothes cling to your curves so beautifully that he might as well already have you nude beneath him. he's already painfully hard at the thought of fucking his cock in between your closed thighs, abusing your body's natural lubricants. his hands would grip the fat of your waist, clinging on to your softness like a lifeline.
he'd absolutely eat your pussy like a man starved, reveling in the salty addition of the sweat mixed with your slick that had been gathering from the minute you saw his dark, lazy gaze roving over your shape. his hands would knead the plush fat of your stomach as he dips his tongue inside of you. he gets so worked up over how sexy he finds your full figure that he'd have to grind against the sheets to relieve some of the pressure.
bucky still worries about losing control over his strength during sex, but the natural padding of your body eases a lot of that concern. he allows himself to get lost in the act--he knows that you can take him. one hand is calloused and hot against the expanse of your belly, the other cold and hardened, gripping the sheets tight enough to rip apart seams by your head. his hips piston into yours as he sheathes his length into your wet, aching heat. he adores the whines and gasps he forces out of you--he knows that he's the only one who ever has, and ever will, fill your cunt so completely that you can feel him all the way to your cervix. most men simply don't have the equipment to do so with your body, and he loves that thought.
when he knows he's getting closer to the edge, he'll wrap his arms around the curve of your back, slotting them between the pillowy rolls of skin and lift. it comes at no strain to him; his only goal is to press the soft curves of your figure as close to the hard, muscled planes of his own as he can. the change in angle has him hitting right into that special spot that makes you keen and arch into him even further. he'll press his temple into the space between your neck and shoulder and become very vocal all of a sudden, grunting and groaning by your ear. but, it isn't because of the effort it's taking him to hold you up, oh no--it's because he's trying not to blow his load before he's made you come one last time.
"Need you to come, baby-" he'd hiss, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
he genuinely might tear up because he's unintentionally edging himself while trying to make sure he gives you the pleasure you earned by doing absolutely nothing but being so goddamn pretty.
he'd thank you for letting him worship you as he cleans up his spend from your thick thighs with a warm rag. you're just a bit confused because all you did today was clean up around the apartment in the loungewear you've probably worn for three nights straight and he's acting like you gifted him the sun and stars.
A chubby fem reader summoning a large muscular extremely scary demon way out of her league. He usually kills people that don't offer enough. Fortunately he falls in love at first sight so he makes a deal with her that he knows she won't be able to uphold. Fast forward and she has to uphold her end of the agreement for her failure which is becoming his spouse.
I would like groping, breederism, innocence kink, and dubcon. Can you also name him?
my bride
demon x chubby female reader nsfw
You had no idea what you were doing when you whispered the forbidden name.
Azrael.
The demon summoned from the darkest depths of the Abyss, a towering force of muscle and menace, with skin like molten obsidian and eyes glowing like hellfire.
Legends said he destroyed anyone who didn’t bring enough tribute.
You weren’t prepared. Not at all.
But when the shadows warped and twisted, and he stood before you—hulking and terrifying—you couldn’t look away.
Your breath hitched.
“You…” his voice was like thunder rolling through a canyon, low and shaking the ground beneath your feet.
You swallowed hard, cheeks flushed beneath your curls.
“Please,” you whispered, “I just need your help.”
His gaze swept over you—soft curves wrapped in innocence, wide eyes shining with fear and something else… something softer.
“Foolish mortal,” he rumbled. “Most come with offerings. What do you bring?”
You shook your head, heart hammering. “Nothing.”
He stepped closer—close enough that you could see the veins rippling beneath his arms, feel the heat radiating from his body.
His massive hand shot out, roughly cupping your cheek.
“You’re so small. So soft,” he growled, thumb brushing over your full lips.
The raw power in his touch sent shivers through you.
“I… I’m no one special,” you stammered.
He laughed—a deep, shaking sound that rattled your bones.
“That’s what makes you perfect.”
You blinked, confusion and awe mingling in your chest.
“I make a deal with you,” he said, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “One you cannot keep.”
You bit your lip.
“What… what kind of deal?”
He stepped back, towering over you, shadow swallowing the room.
“You will be mine. Your body, your soul, your fate.”
Your pulse fluttered wildly.
“You’ll fail.”
“And then?”
He smiled—a twisted, wicked curve of lips.
“You’ll become my spouse.”
Weeks passed, and the deal haunted your dreams. You thought it was impossible, that somehow you’d escape his grasp.
But fate had other plans.
One stormy night, the shadows gathered again, and Azrael returned—more terrifying than ever, but now, a hunger in his eyes you’d never seen before.
“You failed,” he said, voice low and possessive.
Before you could protest, his hands grabbed your hips, pulling you against his rock-hard chest.
“You belong to me,” he growled, fingers roaming over your soft curves with a possessive hunger that stole your breath.
You whimpered, body trembling beneath his touch.
His massive hands cupped your breasts, thumbs rolling over your nipples until they hardened beneath his palm.
“You’re mine,” he repeated, voice thick with lust. “My sweet, innocent prize.”
He crushed his mouth to yours, biting and sucking until your knees buckled.
His hands roamed lower, sliding beneath your skirt to grip your thighs, lifting you up against him.
You gasped as he pressed his hard length between your legs, teasing you relentlessly.
“I’m going to breed you,” he promised, voice rough. “Fill you until you’re dripping with my mark.”
His hips rolled against yours, slow and deliberate, pressing you open.
You moaned, body aching for more.
“You’re so soft,” he murmured, fingers gripping your waist tight enough to leave bruises.
He pushed inside, thick and heavy, stretching you wide.
His growl filled the room as he began to move—deep, hard, relentless.
“You’re made for this,” he said, voice almost tender beneath the dominance. “Made to take me.”
Your body shook with every thrust, the pressure building until you were trembling on the edge.
He tightened his grip, voice low and commanding.
“Come for me, my sweet.”
You shattered, calling out his name as waves of pleasure consumed you.
He followed, hips pulsing deep inside you, filling you with his heat.
As he collapsed against you, breath ragged, his hands still roaming your body possessively, you knew you were truly his.
Bound by a devil’s bargain, and yet… utterly, irrevocably loved.
The moment Azrael’s hulking frame filled the doorway, your breath caught in your throat.
He wasn’t just a demon—he was the demon. A nightmare clad in muscle and flame, skin black as abyssal night, eyes burning into your very soul.
He smirked down at you—an ugly, beautiful thing that promised pain and pleasure in equal measure.
“You look so damn innocent,” he growled, voice thick and dark.
Innocent. You.
Your body trembled beneath the weight of that word, and his gaze dipped to your full curves, slow and possessive.
Without warning, his massive hand shot out, yanking you by the wrist and dragging you across the room.
His grip was bruisingly strong as he pressed you against the cold stone wall, fingers digging into your hips.
“Such softness under my hands,” he whispered, thumbs tracing the curve of your waist, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp.
“Do you know what’s coming?” His breath fanned over your ear, warm and rough.
You shook your head, voice barely a whisper: “No.”
His grin widened, dark and cruel.
“That’s what I want. Your pretty, untouched innocence.”
His hands slid beneath your dress, fingers rough and eager as they cupped your breasts, kneading them with a possessive hunger that made you whimper.
“You’re mine now,” he growled. “I’ll take everything—your body, your soul, your sweetness.”
His lips crashed down on yours, biting and sucking, claiming you like a savage beast.
Your knees buckled as his large hands found your thighs, lifting you up without effort.
He pressed you hard against him, cock grinding between your slick folds, thick and unforgiving.
“You’re tight,” he murmured, voice low and predatory. “Made to take me.”
Slowly, torturously, he pushed inside you, stretching you wide.
You gasped, every nerve on fire as he filled you utterly.
His grip tightened on your hips as he began to thrust, hard and relentless.
“You’re going to take my seed,” he snarled, voice rough with lust. “Fill yourself with it.”
You trembled, overwhelmed by his rough touch and fierce dominance.
“Please,” you begged, voice raw. “I want it.”
He growled, fury and desire mixing as he pounded into you.
“Good girl,” he snarled. “That’s exactly what you are.”
His hands roamed over your body, groping and marking you like a beast claiming prey.
“You belong to me,” he hissed, lips biting down on your shoulder.
The pleasure and pain mixed, raw and endless.
His hips slammed into yours, each thrust deeper, harder, pushing you closer to the edge.
“You’re made for this,” he snarled. “Made to take my pups, my mark.”
You cried out, body shaking as he bred you fiercely, his claws digging into your flesh.
He roared your name, voice breaking as he spilled himself inside you.
Holding you close, he whispered, “You’re mine. Forever ruined. Forever mine.”
You trembled, lost and found in the darkness of his arms.
hey so this is kinda crazy. why'd he do that. the lip bite? the look up to the camera? ok. he hates me.
(sorry anon i just saw ur other ask i thought i posted this but it was in my drafts💀)
WAIT A DAMN MINUTE THIS IS SO CRAZY. was the lip bite rly necessary omg 😒 /lh /POS ,,, so many thoughtzz ughhgjghjgj
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you're on top, anton still buried deep inside you, both your satisfied heavy breaths filling the silence as you come down. you're both literally still twitching from your orgasms but you can't get enough, he's been on tour for too long and you need him all night at least "another round?" you smirk down at him and this is the exact look he gives you with "you're gonna be the death of me" before he picks you up and takes you to a different room to go again
or...
aauaaughhrh i just have such a thing for brother's best friend anton idk
playfighting anton over something silly like you beat him at a game or you both just tease eachother a lot and of course he lets you win plopping himself on the couch looking up at you while you're laughing at him triumphantly but he wants nothing more than to see if you'd still be laughing if he pulled you onto his lap, you're the forbidden fruit and he needs a bite
or....
cocky roommate anton playing games and you walk in to ask him if your outfit looks good and you give him a little twirl, he's always had a thing for your thighs so he can't help his eyes travelling along with a smirk and a lip bite "you better hurry or else i'm gonna have to tell your date you aren't gonna make it"
genuinely all i can think about rn is a drunk hookup with kyo and he suddenly gets so subby and impatient & starts begging and pleading for you to hurry up so you guys can fuck😵💫😵💫… soooo not okay rn
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pretty boy | y.kh
pairing: dom!reader x sub!keeho
warnings: friends to lovers, drunk sex, p in v, no protection, breeding kink, overstimulation.
you and keeho sat on his couch, boisterous laughs emitting from both of you. the two of you were feeling the effects of the spiked lemonades you shared—eventually forgetting to care about how loud you were.
“y/n you’re so fuckin funny man. i think you’re the only person who’s funnier than me.” keeho said, calming down from his laughing fit. a few small giggles continued to pour out from you as you remembered the joke you told minutes before.
“i just love seeing your pretty smile.” you spoke before registering your words. you’ve always found keeho attractive and thought about sharing a kiss with him, but you never acted on your thoughts. you opened your mouth to try retracting your statement—knowing you’d sound stupid in the process, but you didn’t want to make keeho uncomfortable.
“kyo i didn’t mean it like that—like i did but-“
“you think i’m pretty?” keeho’s words were slightly slurred and his voice was teasing—putting emphasis on ‘pretty.’ he dramatically batted his eyes, before locking with yours. he smacked his plump lips together a few times, before licking and glossing them in his spit.
his gaze was different from a few seconds ago. his sharp eyes pierced into yours, yet his look was equally soft. he looked beautiful. your eyes unintentionally started trailing his body, taking in his beautiful state. his brown hair was split down the middle, he wore a white fitted tank top and grey sweatpants. such a cliche. you took in every detail of his, admiring all his features. his eyes blinked slowly and his cheeks were dusted a light pink, from drinking. you cut your staring short, realizing you hadn’t answered the man.
“uhhh pretty? yeah…yeah i think you’re really pretty.” you obviously gained some courage from drinking and the words just started spilling from your mouth.
“pretty eyes, such a pretty voice, pretty lips—and from what i can see, your body is so pretty baby.” your words continued to surprise you and so did your actions as you brought your hand to rest on his toned chest. you looked back at keeho, checking to see if he’d object but he just stared back at you. his breathing picked up and you smiled to yourself. you scooted closer to the boy and experimentally started moving you hand down his body.
slowly trailing down to rub his waist, and rest on his thigh. keeho let out a loud breath, and you didn’t let the way he flinched a bit go unnoticed.
“you gettin’ excited hmm?” you asked, teasing him back. you saw keeho slowly growing harder in his pants the more you spoke and touched him. he dumbly nodded his head and swallowed.
“can you kiss me?” his voice was low and airy. you felt yourself clench around nothing, finding it hot that your best friend asked you to kiss him. when you didn’t move to fulfill his request, he moved on his own. keeho clumsily grabbed for your wrist, firmly gripping it in his big hand. he paused for a moment, looking you in the eyes to see if you’d stop him. you nodded at him, encouraging his actions, curious about what he’d do next. when he resumed moving, your eyes followed and a gasp left you when he placed your hands on his hardening cock.
if him asking you to kiss him wasn’t enough to get you moving, that definitely was. you hurriedly leaned forward, closing the space between you and keeho. your soft tits pressed against his hard chest as you supported yourself on your knees. keeho opened his mouth, tongue pulsing as he waited for your mouths to make contact.
the moment your lips touched keeho’s, he was a whining mess. you took charge of the kiss, biting and sucking at his lips. the further it went on the sloppier it got. your tongues clashed, leaving strings of spit to dampen keeho’s shirt. whenever you pulled back for a breath of air, keeho would whine desperately, begging you for more. you kissed him once more, squeezing his fully hardened bulge before pulling back completely.
you took in keeho’s current state, relishing the way you made him. the way his spit glossed lips hang open, his low eyes full of want, and his hair messier than before—a cause of you pulling at it.
“how you feeling, kyo?” your voice touched his ears gently, it made his heart flutter.
“i-i feel fine.” he shuddered when one of your hands touched his neck, slightly caressing him. you nodded at his words and smiled goofily. you enjoyed the power you had over him in this moment.
“mmm, that’s good. what do you want from me? hmmm, what else can i do for you?” both of your hands were on either side of his neck now, slowly rubbing and massaging him. a low moan passed through his lip and his eyes closed.
“i wan’ you. wanna fuck you so bad y/n please.” you could feel yourself getting wetter at his forwardness and you nodded, placing a peck to his lips.
you started wordlessly undressing the man under you. starting from his top. you peeled it from his chest, noticing the wetness the two of you created seeped onto his skin beneath the fabric. more wet, open mouthed kisses were placed on his pecs—you felt his abdomen contract under your lips as you moved lower. you lifted yourself from the couch and settled onto floor, knees folded beneath you. your fingers hooked under the fabric of his sweatpants.
“lift your hips for me, baby.” keeho quickly followed your orders, and you swiftly pulled down, leaving him in his boxers. you swallowed in the sight of his hard on straining against the fabric, begging to be let free.
“please…” a single plea that made heat pool between your legs. you tsked at him, looking up him through your eyelashes. your head shook slowly, teasing the man.
“not yet, sweetheart. soon though.” you licked your lips before abruptly placing your mouth on keeho’s clothed dick. the sudden contact drew a high moan from his throat and his hips bucked up. you sharply looked at him and shook your head again, silently warning him. your lips were pursed on the tip of his cock, teasing him. you could see the wetness spots of pre staining his underwear. you sucked him through the fabric, feeling even more precum leak through the fabric and onto your tongue. your thighs rubbed together, getting off on having him in your mouth. you collected saliva to the front of your mouth and slowly slicked his mushroom tip. you stuck your tongue out, mixing both of your fluids onto him. keeho spoke up once again, not being able to be patient longer.
“please y/n i really fucking can’t. i can’t wait, i need to fuck you.” you needed him just as much, getting up from your knees to stand completely. you took your panties and shorts off embarrassing quick, removing his soaked boxers after. you straddled him, placing one hand on his chest, and reaching the other down to grab his length.
he was thick and you could feel him pulsing in your hand. he let out an indescribable noise, reminding you of his need. you placed another kiss on his cheek before moving his dick under your warm pussy. you swiped it over your entrance, and keeho immediately reacted to the action.
“you’re so wet…” his eyes fluttered and his words fell short, getting quieter as he spoke. you repeated the action, this time rubbing his head over your clit. keeho watched with hungry eyes, watching as he became slick with your wetness. you moved his dick once more, lining it up with your entrance, before letting yourself sink down onto him. your arms wrapped around his neck to support yourself and he quickly let his hands reach for your waist.
his head threw back in pleasure. bliss was written all over his face and he already looked completely fucked out. you giggled as you watched him, grinding your hips down once before stopping.
“why’d you stop?” his voice came out higher than normal, sounding like he was on the verge of tears. you smiled again before speaking.
“you have to do the work for us, pretty boy. you said you wanted to fuck me so…” your words stuck in the air, and you inhaled sharply. keeho started thrusting into you without warning, and you felt the desperation in his movements. despite his drunken state, he kept a steady pace, bouncing you on him with ease. you could feel the copius amounts of precum leaking into you and you unintentionally clenched around keeho.
his stomach tightened and he picked up his speed, fucking you faster. his hands moved from your waist, to grip your ass and your back arched. your breasts pushed plush against his face and keeho whined against them.
“you wanna suck ‘em? yeah?” your voice was so sweet and keeho quickly nodded his head. you quickly removed your shirt and brought your hands behind you to undo you bra. you felt keeho’s thrust slow down as he made an attempt to help you. you smacked his hands away and resumed taking the garment off.
“be good and keep fucking me.” he dumbly nodded his head, quickening his movements again and he felt his heart rate rising as your tits fell in front of his face.
his hurriedly latched onto your right nipple, moaning at the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling. you moaned in return, welcoming the feeling of his warm mouth over your nipple.
“good boy, keeho. you’re making me feel so good.” keeho removed his mouth from your boobs, only to silently beg for a kiss. you complied, running your fingers through his hair and pulling it. you felt his thrust become harder and slower, signaling he was close.
“are you about to cum already?” you asked teasingly. keeho nodded, embarrassed and let out a pathetic whine. you don’t know if it was the alcohol that prompted you to say your next words, but you didn’t care anymore.
“you wanna cum inside me, kyo?” one of your hands dropped to rub his cheek, full of care and affection. keeho felt like he was going to explode.
“yes! oh my fucking god, yes.” he found his original pace, fucking you fast again, sloppier this time. he watched through blurry eyes as his dick slipped in and out of your pussy. the noises—his noises, the sounds…they were so lewd and keeho could barely hold on anymore. he wrapped his arms around your torso, holding you like you’d disappear into thin air.
“so do it. breed my cunt, baby. wanna see you leaking out of me.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head at your nasty words, paired with the way keeho was fucking you.
“okay fuck i’m cum-i’m cumming y/n.” keeho thrusted into you harshly, one last time before releasing. he let out a plethora of beautiful sounds. so pathetic though—cumming inside you, and you let him. you could care less. you squeezed your pussy around his cock a few more times, helping milk him. his movements began to slow down and you could feel his cum leaking onto your inner thigh.
“you did so good-“ before you could finish praising him, he began thrusting into you again, catching you off guard.
“you didn’t get to cum.” his voice was tired and his faced was scrunched in pain. he was overstimulating himself to make sure you orgasmed. that only made you hornier and you could feel yourself close to cumming. keeho’s head lay against your chest again, his breaths heavy as he whined. his brought one of his big hands between the both of you, and proceeded to let his middle fingers press against your clit. the sensation ran through your body and gave you chills.
“fuck keeho i’m gonna cum.”
“yeah me too.” he came again as he spoke, filling you with his seed again. a few more sloppy thrusts later and your orgasm came crashing down onto both of you, literally. you squirted on keeho’s cock, unintentionally clenching around him. you felt the both of you stiff as you ground yourself against him. riding out your orgasms.
the two of you tiredly sat resting against each other, not even noticing you fell asleep in your drunken state.
my gosh…🪐anon i’m so sorry😭😭😭idk if ur even still here with us lmaooo i hope so tho! the funny thing is that i started writing a draft of this the same day you sent it and then i took a break and it just kept getting burried in my notes. but i was going through my asks and saw this and i said “didn’t i start writing this…?” AND IT WAS LITERALLY IN MY NOTES IM SO SORRYYY😞this is kinda good though cause p1h is releasing a song called pretty boy hmmm wink wink. also i migjt have gone a little off script and showed my freaky side here but someone’s gonna eat it up ANYWAY HOPE YOU GIYS ENJOY 🪐ANON I MISSED U. i was too lazy to end this properly too my fault.
