Astayinwonderland - Sometimes I Write Fanfics...

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this is so good

I am not gonna be able to think about anything else for a while… damn

YOOO OKAY BRO HEAR ME OUT.

san putting you in a light headlock (not enough to actually hurt ya plsplspls not actual violence) and it's just enough to choke ya a little 😋😋 while he's um....pounding away! just some food for thought yk! love ya!

Gonna do a quick Drabble for this one 😋😋

Saw this and got reminded of your ask and now I’m squeezing my thighs

Warnings: choking/slight manhandling kink, back shots, cream pie, dirty talk, San is so pussy drunk 😵‍💫

Taglist: @songmingisthighs @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies @hwallazia

You gasp, shutting your eyes close when you feel your partner slide his girth right into you, his cock stretching you out.

A sigh escapes San’s lips, feeling his cock being hugged by your soft and warm walls. It always feels like the first time fucking you, and San swears he could never get tired of it. He adores fucking you in missionary, but his favourite?

From the back. The curvature of your ass as you bounce off his cock with loud slaps, the way you arch at such a perfect angle for his cock to drive so perfectly deep into you, the way you barely try to look back to face him, and all he does is tangle his fingers in your hair into a ponytail and tug as he fucks you stupid.

It’s no different this time—San has his weight partially pinned onto you, sliding his fat cock in and out of you, hearing your whimpers, watching your hands curl tightly against the bedsheets as he thrusts into you again.

“You’re hugging me so tight, baby. Feels so fucking good”, he mutters right into your ear, flooding your senses with just San. You think to yourself—he’s the only one you need. He’s the only one who can fuck you this good.

Your moans are muffled into the pillow beneath you, tears streaking down your cheeks from the sheer pleasure. San is picking up the pace, his fingers dancing along your chest, giving your nipples a gentle squeeze and roll, kissing the back of your neck as he drinks your desperate cries of pleasure.

Before you realise it, his arm snakes around your neck, the slight pressure making your pussy clench around him, which makes him hiss. He leans into your ear once more, “tap my arm if I’m squeezing too much ‘kay, baby?” You find the strength to nod, and he plants a kiss onto your temple before he sends you into another dimension of pleasure.

He applies pressure slightly around your throat, and you take a deep breath, sinking into the sheer pleasure feeling of being choked, before you see fireworks splattering in your eyelids when San’s cock starts jackhammering at the spongy spots in your cunt.

Broken moans leave your mouth, your back arching even more, the angle only letting San drive his cock deeper and faster right into your sensitive spots. His neck is buried into your neck, and you hear his groans in between the soft trail of kisses he leaves along your neck.

“S-San”, you say through chokes, “right there. Right there. Gonna cum-“

And San picks up his speed, making sure your senses are filled with nothing but him. With San’s arm around your throat only amplifying the euphoria, your abdomen flexes, your pussy pulsing uncontrollably around his cock, leaks of cream accumulating around San’s cock. His arm around you slackens, and he stills into you, a long drawn out “fuckkkkkk” as he empties into you, twitching into you in short spurts.

The both of you remain still for a moment, heavy breaths filling the room—his arm is loose but it’s still around you, and his head is on the back of your neck. San peppers soft kisses on your back before he pulls out, clenching his jaw at how his cock is fully covered with the mixture of both your cum, and even more as it slowly trickles out of you. A warm hand rubs down your spine, soothing you from your high before he leaves the bed to grab a towel.

You turn to lie on your back, almost letting the sleep lull you back. San comes back with the towel and swiftly cleans you up before, chucking the towel into the laundry hamper before he joins you on the bed, tucking you under the sheets with him as he has you leaned into his chest, letting his fingers dance along your body before he also slowly falls into slumber.

I feel attacked

Vid. Cr. shybangchan on twitter

MINORS DNI. sucking on his fingers. minho's pov.

Sweet. That's how he'd describe you. His sweet girl. Even as you kneel on the floor with his fingers in your hot little mouth. Even as your eyes water from taking them a little too deep. Even as your lips glisten with spit.

He settles a little more into the couch cushions as you look up at him from your position between his knees. It's easier to spread a little more like this, adjust himself as his cock throbs in his sweats.

Then your fingers wrap around his wrist lightly, a comforting hold more than anything else. He was the one in control, pressing his fingers between your lips almost rhythmically as he prepares you to take him properly. He finds himself in a trance at a few points, fixated on the little facial expressions you make — on the way your eyes close and your nose scrunches when you're a little too eager.

And then there's your mouth. Warm, plush lips and hot little tongue getting his fingers all messy. It's the messiness he likes. His sweet girl all messy just for him.

A small sound slips from your throat, the kind of sound that makes him want to fall forward and press you into the floor. Fuck you into it. It's so fucking sweet.

"Alright?"

You blink at him, lashes fluttering. Then you nod, moist lips still wrapped around his fingers — unwilling to give them up.

Time slows in moments like these. He knows it's a memory forming; it's something he'll think about on night's you're gone, in lonely showers with the same fingers wrapped around his leaking cock.

He'll think about this. He'll remember how warm you are, how fucking warm and wet and sweet. He'll remember the little whines and whimpers as you wordlessly reassure him you love this almost as much as he does.

Then your bottom lip relaxes and your mouth is dropping open, tongue lolling out a little — the tips of his fingers resting on your slippery tongue.

"Fuck," he breathes, dragging his fingers down slowly over your bottom lip in awe.

Then he's hooking his finger under your chin and lifting your head a little more, forcing your mouth closed. You look at him in a way that stirs something heavy in his chest, like you're simply waiting for what he will do next. Trust. Love. He can't pinpoint it exactly, but it has him pressing the palm of his hand into his crotch — desperate not to spill into his pants.

It's a mistake. The moment he draws back from you — dropping his head back against the couch — you're crawling up onto his lap. He grips your hips before your get too close; before you put any pressure on his twitching cock.

"Wait," he gasps, eyes clenched tight.

You listen. Of course you do. His sweet fucking girl. He presses his wet fingers into your bare skin as he catches his breath, blindly finding the precious little sliver between your top and your underwear.

"Okay," he says eventually, blinking his eyes open as you fall over him — warm lips pressing to his neck before he can even lift his head. He savours it for a moment, the feeling of your body pressing him into the soft cushions — the wetness your lips leave on his skin.

Then he tangles his fingers in your hair and guides you away from his neck gently. He can see the mess you've made much better this close. Your lips are swollen, almost puffy. He's fucking incapable of preventing his mind from spiralling directly to how puffy your cunt looks when he's spent enough time with your legs around his head.

"You're so good," he murmurers before he's even aware of the thought crossing his mind. It's an involuntary slip of the tongue, his subconscious breaking free while he's distracted.

But then your head drops. Shy.

He tugs you forward, lifting your head and mashing his lips to yours. He's not good at words. Not when he's feeling this much. Never in the moments that fucking matter. He'd spent too long wishing it was different. Now he knows the best he can do to compensate is this: he shows you.

with your beautiful way of words i can only imagine the things you can write about soobin’s huge cock like… your writing + big dick soobin who is not aware how big and good he actually is = match made in heaven & many sleepless nights for me

STOP THIS U ARE MAKING ME CRAZY

Maybe Soobin who is crazy unaware of how big he is that when the two of you, only dating for a month or so, lay down to finally have sex and your eyes go wide at his size he’s genuinely confused.

And he’s so cute about it too 😭 probably like, “Wait… this is big? Are you sure?” And you’re like in awe of it, nodding as he holds the base of his cock between your thighs, slightly in shock. So when it comes time to putting it in, you’re gripping his shoulders hard enough to leave the indent of your nails in his flushed skin; teeth biting down hard on your bottom lip until you feel it start to get comfortable— all the while he’s absolutely enamored with the way you suck him in so well. With his size and your cute cunt he’s absolutely adoring how well you take him. But at the same time he’s whimpering into your shoulder, rutting his hips slowly, waiting for your permission to absolutely plow you!! 🤞

The pleasure is too overwhelming, however, and before you can even open your eyes to focus on his speaking, he’s apologizing and fucking into you with the prettiest sounds leaving his lips. You’re gasping, he’s moaning deep little, “Sorry, fuck, can’t help it! S’tight!”

We love 🫶🏻

“no no please daddy, no more. It’s too much, it hurts” gf 🤝 “Aww that doesn’t sound like a safeword darling. Easy baby, easy. That’s it, you’re taking my cock so well.” bf