Idk If Anyone Gonna See This But Anyone Ever Get Dick So Good U Start Dreaming Abt That Shit

idk if anyone gonna see this but anyone ever get dick so good u start dreaming abt that shit

only got said dick only three (3) times before he left to the military💔💔💔 good things can’t last forever

said dick also belongs to my best friends brother so there’s a lot of complications w this one

might have to write this one out folks

friends w benefits; ksm

tags: dom!seungmin, afab!reader, oral (m rec), facefucking, recording, a lil soft aftercare

“ just like that,” seungmin grunted under his breath.

if his head wasn’t thrown back against the wall, you would be able to see his usually soft puppy-like features contorted in pleasure as you take his cock down your throat.

however, he couldn’t let you know how crazy you made him.

he couldn’t let you know how affected he was by the way your hips swayed to the music during their group practice earlier, the curves of your body hugged by small shorts and a white tank top that allowed him a glimpse of your cleavage every time you bent down.

he couldn’t let you see the way his cock twitched in his pants when you dragged him by the wrist into the closet after the practice had concluded, teasing and whispering into his ear how his staring didn’t go unnoticed for the last few hours spent together.

and he absolutely couldn’t let you find out about how his heart melted when you pressed your lips against his, molded in a perfect rhythm that made him want you in more ways than the horny arrangement the two of you had going on for the last few weeks.

however what seungmin could let you notice was how jealous he got when he found his members sneaking peaks at what was his and his only. he took note of how low minho’s hands sat on your body as he adjusted your position, or how jeongin sneaked over to stand directly behind you every time the dance called for you to be leaned over, perfectly displaying your ass for the world to see.

so that’s how you ended up taking seungmin’s cock in a storage closet.

saliva pooled down your chin at each bob of your head, accompanied by small whines that would escape your throat unwillingly. seungmin loved it. he loved the mess, he loved seeing you absolutely ruined for him.

when seungmin glanced back down at you, he noticed the way your fingers had snuck down into the waistband of your shorts, your back arched as you ground yourself against your own palm.

with a scoff, he pulled away from you.

“minnie-“ you chased the head of his dick with your lips. “more, more please,” you begged with a choked sob, too far out of your mind.

“did i tell you to touch yourself?” he scowled, gripping the back of your scalp to force your eyes to meet his above you.

you babbled out a mantra of weak apologies for disobeying the man in front of you. he glared down at you for a moment before he harshly released his grip on your hair, your head left spinning.

“you know what happens,” he sighed in mock disappointment. “open your mouth. good girl, look at you.”

seungmin’s thumb softly traced your open jaw, contrasting the way he forced his throbbing cock down your throat. you whimpered and gagged around his length, struggling to take him all in without the support of your fist. “fuuck, take it baby, shit.”

he set a brutal pace from the start, not letting your mouth adjust to the stretch of his full size before fucking your throat relentlessly. each thrust of his hips pulled a humiliating sound out of you, but it only egged him on further.

tears stung the corners your eyes, threatening to fall down your flushed cheeks from the pressure down your throat. if seungmin noticed, he didn’t seem to care much since his pace refused to slow down. gruff pants escaped seungmin’s lips, building up a sweat through his persistent thrusts.

“ahh, fuck, look at you, hnng,” he managed out, one hand tangling itself back into your hair and the other reaching out to a nearby shelf. it wasn’t until a bright flash broke you out of your fucked-out trance that you processed what was going on. under heavy eyes, you peeked up above you to be met with the back of his phone.

you whined out a sound of protest but couldn’t bring yourself to fight against him. the tears spilled down your face in utter humiliation as he recorded the scene below him: his thick cock shoved down your tight little mouth, your hair entangled between his fingers as he kept you set in place. you knew the camera would pick up the saliva that dripped down your chin, staining your white tank top with pools of drool as proof to what was happening.

the image of your ruined figure must’ve been so messy, so stimulating to the man above you because it only took a few seconds before he began to fall apart.

“jesus fucking- shit, you look so hot right now, holy fuck,” seungmin’s voice raised in pitch as he approached his orgasm. “you’re all mine. ‘m gonna cum now baby, you’re gonna take it? take it all for me?”

you couldn’t manage a response, so you flattened your tongue against his angry red tip and hummed a small noise that vibrated the length of his dick between your lips. he choked out a groan before he hit his high, shoving his cock as far as it could go down your throat as it throbbed with its release. his knees buckled as his seed painted the walls of your mouth, it’s salty tinge causing your throat to constrict and milk the rest of him. he muttered a mix of curses and soft praises under his breath as he came down, ending the video and slowly retracting himself from you. he slid down the wall he had been leaning against as he caught his breath.

once he sat in front of you, eyes closed and lightly exhaling, you let your upper body fall into his lap. the fingers that previously tore at your scalp gently weaved through the strands of your hair, allowing you to recover from the intense stimulation only moments before. you took deep breaths and let seungmin soothe your racing heart.

“shh,” he whispered, running his fingers down your shoulders. “you’re so good for me.”

seungmin was glad you had your eyes closed, because if they were open, you’d see how lovingly he stared down at you. you’d see the small smile that played on his lips as you steadily regained control of yourself. you’d see his mouth opening to say something, anything to fill the silence in the air, and maybe even finally ask if you felt the same way as him.

as bad as he wanted to, he couldn’t risk losing whatever relationship the two of you had going on now. so, he closed his lips, choosing to savor what he had of you.

besides, the more time that the two of you stayed in that closet meant the longer you could procrastinate facing the rest of the boys, who had been waiting for the two of you in the car so they could finally leave.

a/n: thank u for reading!!🤍🤍

tiny hannie

thinking of writing again so i’m reblogging the oldies!!!

too much?; hjs

tags: han jisung x fem!reader, smut, dry humping, not proof read:,)

“slow down, baby,” jisung breathed, pulling his lips away to get the words out before eagerly returning to their rightful spot against yours. it’d been too long since you’d seen your boyfriend, his tour lasting a few months with little breaks in between for him to come home to you.

tonight, though, you had him all to yourself.

you pounced on him from the moment he walked through the door, wanting nothing more than to rip his clothes off and take all of him but not having the patience to do so.

your hips rolled against his as you straddled him on the couch, your fingers traveling from his long brown hair to his sensitive chest, then down to tease the waistband of his boxers. his hands kneaded at the back of your clothed thighs, supporting the movements of your hips along his crotch despite his empty whines to slow down. you couldn’t get enough of each other.

as far away as he could go and for as long as he needed to be gone, your lips never forgot how to mold around each other in the right way. you knew the ins and outs of each others bodies and no amount of time apart could make any moment together less special and intimate than the last.

you pulled away from his spent lips to explore his neck, sucking and biting around the area enough to border pain and pleasure.

“missed you,” you purred into his skin, leaving sloppy kisses on each mark you made. jisung couldn’t hold back his low whines, desperation evident through his hard-on that you felt twitch under his pants with each grind of your lower body. “i need you so bad.”

“i-i want…” jisung cut himself off with a groan, throwing his head back and bucking up into you at a particularly hard bite against his neck, unable to contain his own movements.

“missed you so much,” he continued. “wanna fuck you so bad, baby. wanna ruin you… s-slow down,” his voice almost came out as a whimper, feeling his high approach a little too quickly for his liking. he couldn’t help it, you were driving him crazy.

once you pulled away to look at him, you took notice of how fucked out he already seemed. his lips were parted and glistening with a mixture of yours and his saliva, and his eyes fluttered every time your nails grazed the slimness of his waist.

at that moment, you realized you had him wrapped around your finger.

“ ‘s it too much for you, sungie?” you asked, your eyes never breaking contact with his as you pulled your shirt over your head, discarding it somewhere to be forgotten. his eyes fell to your bare chest, and he looked like he could cum at just the sight alone.

you took your soft breasts into your palms and pushed them into each other, putting on the best show you could for the practically hypnotized man underneath you. your hips never stopped circling his cock, restricted by the fabric of his boxers but the friction delicious against his most sensitive parts.

jisung let out sharp whines at each grind, signaling how close he was from only a bit of dry humping. his brows were furrowed together and his eyes were shut, his mind trying to focus on anything except how he was about to ruin his boxers. “baby, s-stop, i-i-“

“you’re close, yeah?” you purred into his ear, kissing the lobe before moaning softly. he shook his head in denial, but you didn’t miss the way his back arched off the sofa as he held back a groan.

“let me fuck you, please,” he finally opened his eyes and stared up at you, his desperate, sultry gaze somehow making you wetter than you already were. it was tempting to give in, but the thought of your boyfriend making a mess of himself underneath you was even more tempting.

“wanna see you cum first,” you moaned in response, the pace you set with your hips increasing gradually. “wanna see you make a mess for me, will you? will you let me see?” and with that, it was like you set off a trigger in his brain.

jisung’s eyes rolled and he threw his head back, succumbing to your demands. “fuucck, oh fuck,” he groaned. “i’m so close, b-baby, keep going like that, j-just like that…”

his chants grew into incoherent babbling as his knees flexed underneath you, his hips meeting yours in each grind. it only took you reaching your hands under the fabric of his shirt to massage his nipples for him to finally cum with a loud moan.

“fuck!” he groaned, his eyes squeezed shut and his hips thrusting on their own accord to ride out his orgasm. “shit, fuck, oh my god,” he panted, burying his head into your neck.

you placed a hand on his hair and waited for him to come back to you, rubbing his scalp in light circles. when he looked back up at you, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “missed me?” you teased, glancing down at the wet spot on his crotch.

his cheeks flushed and he laughed, his forehead resting on yours. “obviously,” he hummed, still winded from the intensity of his orgasm.

you attempted to pull your body off of his, but your boyfriend’s hands gripped your waist and pulled you back down. as tired as he was, he smirked at you and said, “don’t think we’re finished yet, you still haven’t came.”

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「Rude Awakening」 · Masterlist

SYNOPSIS ➥ After being banished for repeatedly fraternizing with his worshippers, The God of Infatuation has to find a single devotee to end his exile and earn his godhood back.

When he arrogantly steps into that debauched rock club for what he thinks is one last palate cleanser, he has no idea he's about to meet the woman that will bring him to his knees.

Literally and figuratively.

※ This work of fiction is intended for 18+ audiences only.

➥ God/Rockstar!Hyunjin x Rockstar!Reader (f): Urban Fantasy, Dark Romance, Erotica

➥ Commissioned by @skzfelixlove

⛔ — Not suitable for readers who might get triggered by rough play and/or themes of sexual deviance. The author chooses not to issue tags for everything that takes place in this work to preserve tension and some element of surprise where applicable. By continuing, you accept to read at your own risk. Read full disclaimer here.

⚠ — Reader discretion advised: Morally bankrupt characters overall, religious undertones, rockstar-typical unhinged behavior, kink introduction/exploration, obsession, stalking/invasion of privacy, potential horror elements, crass & heavily objectifying language, explicit sexual content, violence.

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CONTENT · Coming soon...

「© 2024, cb97percent · No translations, rewrites, or reposts permitted」

thinking about being drunk in the back of a car with minho…

tags: drunken decisions!!!!, bsf!lee minho x afab!reader, kissing, making out, spit, fingersss, no actual smut but kind of implied, driver!changbin is fed up

author’s note: not sure if this is considered dubcon due to drunken consent but if you don’t like don’t read!! both characters are functioning and understanding of what’s going on despite drinking, NEVER hook up with someone who is past the point of awareness.

purely fiction, minors dni

you probably shouldn’t have drank as much as you did- if your blurry vision was anything to go by.

as fuzzy as everything around you felt, minho’s beauty suddenly stuck out to you clearer than it ever had before. you never really took in how perfect his features were; his perfectly sculpted nose now scrunched up cutely between two sharp, feline like eyes that currently struggled to maintain focus on changbin, the designated driver of the night, as he attempted to hold a conversation with the tipsy man.

“min,” you eventually whispered. his eyes flickered towards you, to which you finally got to admire his dark orbs under a slight state of intoxication. his eyes were more than alluring; you’d have no problem stare into them forever.

“hmm?” he questioned, his voice low and husky to match the faintness of your own. you didn’t immediately respond, being too busy admiring his features. your attention travelled down to his pink lips: they still looked wet from the drinks he was previously taking down, glistening from the reflection of the moon through the car window. “…what?” he asked again, his voice curious yet playful as his lips turned up in a smirk.

“…nothing,” you reply. “you just look nice.”

‘nice’ is not the word you wanted to use. best friends tell each other they look nice all the time. ‘you look nice’ is the phrase you use to compliment each other before a first date or when dolling yourselves up for a night out.

maybe it’s just because your sex life had been rather dry recently, but what you really wanted to tell him was how hot he was making your body feel. just being next to him and appreciating his features made your face flush with a heavy and sudden lust. minho’s fierce eyes were lidded and faded, yet you still felt intimidated under his gaze. the way he was staring into you, trying to decipher your true intentions, had your thighs shifting together- a small detail that failed to go unnoticed by minho.

“i look nice?” he repeated in a slur. his hand landed on your leg under the guise of holding his balance when the car drove over a small bump. your lower region tingled up at the light touch. “you look nice,” he replied.

“no,” you simply responded, turning your face away from his. he leaned closer, his face following yours. he cocked his head to the side to try and read your face that avoided him so persistently. your cheeks were now visibly red, feeling unbelievably warm from his close proximity.

“no? but you always look nice.” his pretty lips were molded into a pout when you finally faced him again. his body was now extremely close to yours, his leg only a hairs length away from pressing against yours.

you tried to look into his eyes again, you truly did, but his lips look much more enticing in your buzzed state. despite minho’s clouded mind, he was certainly alert to where your lidded eyes settled on his face. you merely whined in response to his compliment, the only form of reply you could manage, before he took your cheek in his palm. “you know you always look good, right?” he practically purred, forcing you to finally make eye contact.

his fingers trailed from your cheek and down to your chin, and now it was his turn to stare at your pretty lips. electricity ran through your body under his intense gaze. your lips subconsciously fell into a pout, presenting them deliciously to minho’s view.

it felt like forever before he finally leaned in with a hum, kissing your lips slowly and tenderly.

the way he kissed you was a contrast to his feisty personality. his lips moved against yours in a steady rhythm, taking his time as if it was the last time he’d ever lay his lips on another human. for how riled up he had you, you weren’t expecting him to pace you like this. his hand that wasn’t resting on your chin rubbed at your thigh, pulling small noises from your mouth that vibrated through the passionate kiss.

you could taste the alcohol lingering on his tongue when he finally welcomed it into your mouth. you took initiative in intensifying the kiss, an unexpected bout of courage leading you to bite down softly on his bottom lip. his eyes opened momentarily, catching yours as you mentally panicked that you may have crossed a line. you didn’t have a lot of time to overthink it, because minho eagerly returned the gesture after a moment’s time, pulling at your bottom lip between his teeth as he groped your thigh with a little more fervor. the man was practically straddling you at this point.

you had to stop yourself from moaning out, nearly forgetting about changbin in the front seat of the car. as if on cue, you heard a loud gasp of your names coming from the front of the car.

“yah! what are y- in my car???” changbin cried as he met your eyes in the rear view mirror. your face flushed and you hid yourself in minho’s neck.

“we’re just kissing, relax!” minho scoffed in response, settling back into his seat.

“i don’t care! it starts as kissing, then kissing turns to fucking in the back of my car!”

in the midst of changbin’s complaints, you watched minho’s fingers lift up to his lips in the corner of your eye. his digits slid past his bow-shaped lips momentarily, returning to your view coated in a thick layer of saliva. your wide eyes followed his slender fingers as they drew closer to your face, your mouth unwillingly gaped open. he tapped two fingers on your bottom lip, an unspoken request that you gladly obeyed.

your lips captured his spit-covered fingertips, little by little taking in the whole length of his digits. your lidded eyes maintained contact with his steady gaze. if it wasn’t for the prominent tent in his pants that twitched at each swirl of your tongue, you wouldn’t think he was phased by your actions at all. it felt messy, you felt like taking everything he would give you, and he was absolutely dominating your mind.

his fingers curled down your throat, triggering a small gag that had changbin whipping his head around and losing control of the car.

“what the f- can you guys NOT?”

to that, minho practically lunged at you, instantaneously replacing his fingers with his mouth and pressing a sloppy kiss against your lips. the kiss sounded as messy as it felt. his tongue danced around yours in a lustful exchange of saliva that drooled down your own chin.

it was over as soon as it started though, or at least it felt like it. minho pulled his whole body away from you and once again sat back in his designated seat under harsh glares from the irritated driver.

changbin sighed out, visibly aggravated at the two of you. “minho if you’re not in the front seat in ten seconds, i’m calling the cops and asking them to pull me over.”

you peeked over at minho who exchanged an amused glance with you. he leaned over to level his lips with your ear. “stay at mine tonight?” he practically purred, his fingers ghosting over your thigh and his breath tickling your neck. you nodded a little too quickly, to which minho smirked and patted your leg. he then stood up and crawled across the body of the car, taking his place next to changbin in the passengers seat and muttering a small “cockblocker” under his breath.

in a clouded state of drunk and horny, you didn’t care much about the sober consequences that the next day would bring. you missed his presence next to you, but you knew he’d make up for it once you were both finally out of this damned car.