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Your Siren Boyfriend eventually tricking you into the water after weeks of just chatting to you on the docks. He never sings or tries to convince you to come in. He sits in the water, his arms propping him up on the low dock so you two can talk. His eyes dark as a trench, and you can’t help but worry about all the light on the surface hurting him. Even at night, it’s still brighter than where he’s from.
The night you bring him sunglasses is when he knows you’re going to be his mate. He feigns confusion and asks how to put them on. You giggle and lean forward, setting them on his face. He takes that moment to grab your wrists, yanking you into the salt water. You barely manage to catch a breath before hitting the water, not that it matters because as soon as he kisses you, you suddenly can breathe.
You want to be angry at him, but he looks so happy. He starts clicking and chirping, something he hasn’t done in a few weeks since he realized you can’t understand him. It must be like when you gets excited and revert to your mother tongue.
His shark teeth gently nip at you neck as he tugs at your clothes, encouraging you to slip out of your swimsuit. You know that you shouldn’t. This isn’t right. But you can’t help yourself. The feeling of your Siren slipping inside of you makes you whimper. He pushes you against the shifting sand of the ocean floor, slamming into you roughly. You can’t help the moans and sounds that escape your mouth. Thank God you can breathe under water now because there’s no way you could have contained yourself.
When he’s done, he eases back, burying his face between your trembling legs. His fat tongue encourages you to finish, and you do rather quickly. Once he’s satisfied, his kisses make their way back up to your lips.
“You’ll stay with me, won’t you?”
After concert sex with jungkook audio?
after concert sex with jungkook audio smut
jk gets his dick sucked and pounds u in the hotel room ig.
Aaaannnnnndddd there goes my bloodkink!
whipped - JJK
↣ another day, another trend that you’re forced to participate in with your boyfriend. It was his idea but he somehow gets sidetracked, with his head between your thighs.
pairing — tiktoker!jungkook x reader
genre/rating — R | fluff, smut, crack, pwp
word count — 5K
warnings/tags — college au, sorta established relationship, strong language, barista!reader, thigh kink (ofc), kinda famous jk, explicit smut — big dick jk, manhandling, exhibitionism, dirty talk, biting/scratching, hickeys, fingering, oral (f & m), hair pulling, clit biting, degradation, spanking, pussy slapping, squirting, deep throating, cum eating, choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, doggy style, unprotected sex, cum on chest?, aftercare
a/n — if you don’t watch tiktoks, that’s fine, he kinda explains it in the fic. I couldn’t get tiktoker!jk out of my head.
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Rubbing at the itch on your forehead, you’re scrubbing down the counter with tired arms, switching from one to the other while your co-worker sits at one of the tables, giggling at her phone screen now and again. If it was any other day, you would ask her to help but you’re not in the mood for another argument. Today had been one of those days, the kind that made you regret ever begging for a job here at the café. You were forced to deal with two elderly woman who chewed your ear off about not having oat milk. Despite you telling them – multiple times – that you don’t handle inventory.
Then you messed up two orders, which was entirely your fault. But you know that it could’ve been avoided if Mina got off her phone for a minute and remembered that she had a job to do instead of taking advantage of the free Wi-Fi here.
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jjk || Revenge
wc: 1.5K
pairing: rich!jungkook x fem!reader
summary: After your ex cheats on you with his ex, you decide to fuck the guy he idolizes the most to fuck with him.
tags: slight angst, revenge...sex?, petty reader, praise kink, reader has a fat ass, BIG cocked jk, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), vocal kink, dirty talk, tiny shrimp exboyfriend, fucking on the counter, begging, creampie, unprotected sex*(please be safe)
genre: SMUT.
rating: M (18+)
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You have little time to explain.
Your ex, instead of telling you that he lost interest in the relationship by sitting down, having a nice chat about how things are going, you know, like a normal human being-- instead sends you a picture of him in his ex's bed to end things between you.
Now, you're not usually a spiteful kind of person. You're forgiving and understanding, just like your parents taught you. You were the one that called your friends immature when they blocked their exes on social media. You'd stick your nose up at them and ask them where their maturity had gone.
But this time, it seriously pissed you off.
You were building a life with this person. The love songs on the radio reminded you of this person, all of them did. Your heart fluttered every time they said your name, but now he's in someone else's bed-- shit!
Listen.
There is this man by the name of Jeon Jungkook. Your ex-boyfriend idolizes him. He'd always come home from work, whining to you that Jungkook beat him to a proposal or that Jungkook rides a Mercedes-- that he's trying to get like him. A twisted little idea conjured itself in your conniving mind.
The enemy of my enemy...is my friend.
That's something your mom taught you. "Don't put yourself after no man! Don't you put him over your own self." You will stick by that.
So when you dug up Jungkook's number from a work Christmas party your humpty-dumpty ex took you to, you messaged him explaining the whole situation. He got it almost immediately.
You had the outfit planned. You had the restaurant reservation planned. You had the time and the place to do the deed.
It didn't hurt that Jungkook conveniently made six figures and owned an apartment that overlooked the city of Houston from ten stories up. He had an elevator that led straight to the living room, and there he was with his fine self.
He wore black. His chest was open, his body spanning the entire length of his couch. His palm cradled a glass of champagne, swirling it in small circles.
He's always been the man you told your ex not to worry about. You'd always give him the side eye, had to keep yourself from staring at him too long so that it wouldn't look suspicious, or like nothing was going on between you-- not that there was. Now, there definitely would be.
"He'll never be me," Jungkook pouts, setting his drink down and greeting you at the elevator. "Welcome. You can get...anything you want from the fridge, we've been stocked since yesterday," he gestures toward the open kitchen, his sleek black countertops sparking in the hanging lights.
The entire place is clean. You meander about the place, keeping your hands to yourself before you feel something slip behind you. He's hugging your back tight, his head resting on your shoulder as his mouth kisses your neck teasingly.
Your lips part, a low and breathy whine escaping them as he tightens his grip, hissing while his hands travel your body.
He kisses your jaw, tugging you closer onto him before he groans softly into your ear. "Let me fuck you on the counter, make you feel like a whore...we can do it all night, make love one hundred and fifty different ways so that you feel all of what you were missing with that shrimp," he chuckles.
Every hair on your body stands, his thumbs fiddling with the straps to your skirt. It's unbelievable how thick his fingers are, and how tepid his palms are as they slip under the fabric lacing your body. They're strong and controlling, like him.
"Just look at how you react to me…" Jungkook splits his fingers at your labia, hurriedly slipping himself into your warm pussy. He groans instantly, gratified at the squelching arousal that melts on his digits.
"He never touched you right," his eyes follow his hands, then meet your own as he rolls his long index along your swollen bud. You twitch in sensitivity, stifling a moan. He brushes away a smile. Your knees shake, you're close to buckling.
You cling to his back, and he takes it as a sign to place you like a centerpiece on his luxury countertop and help you take off your measly skirt.
He hoists himself up there, crawling to match his body with yours. The surface beneath you is cold. It chills the skin of your back and cools you off, a relief from the heat between your legs.
Jungkook is kneeling on the side, getting his phone out. "It's only fair...that...we send him a little...revenge...video, hm?" He hums as he opens up his camera.
You're between his legs, prying at the button of his pants. He notices this and runs his fingers through your hair, encouraging you to keep going. He smiles confidently. "Go on, do that. Yeah, that's a good girl…" he's quite pleased.
No wonder when you unzip him, the biggest cock you've ever seen springs out and slaps your chin. You widen your eyes, spreading your thighs apart so as to not cream your panties.
He puts his phone down and leans back on his hands. "Take it in your throat, you can. Just be really careful, do it slowly," he caresses your jaw as it opens to accommodate for the size of his dick.
"Ah,, yeah slowly….until it hits all the way," he hisses, "...back."
You hollow your cheeks, nearly tearing up at his girth. He's stretching your throat and causing your sinuses to overflow. It's such a big cock, you take a moment to breathe in before swallowing it. You press your legs together hard, hitting a sweet spot in your little pussy as he fills out your slutty throat.
"I know...yeah, shhh...I know…" he coos. You glance up at his face, to watch him glaring down at you with dangerously relaxed eyes, rolling his tongue in his mouth before he brings his hips up to make you choke. "Yeah, swallow my cock," he growls in a low voice. "Swallow it to make up for all the times his couldn't even teach the back of your throat."
He picks up his phone again and begins filming beside his face, giving your boyfriend a good perspective. "This your bitch, _____?" He laughs. You can't stop taking it. It's so big, it's so big, it's so big, your saliva is running down the base of it. His precum is so sweet!
You let off, whining. "It's been so long since I've had a real man's cock inside of me!" You complain. "Please get inside me!"
Jungkook bites his lip and pulls you up to his thighs. In a moment of pure bliss, his lips clash against yours. His tatted hands grab your ass and jiggles it hard, kneading it until you're red from his touch. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm gonna cum on your thighs if your cock doesn't get inside me right now!" You pant.
His fascination with your desperate state escalates as soon as his hot shaft meets your cunt, your arousal melting like hot butter all over him. You're clenching beneath him, clawing your hands all up on his back as he fills you out, pushing your cervix and pressing into your gut. It's overwhelming just how much girth your pussy can accommodate."Fuck, yours is so much bigger~! Fuck, you're so much bigger…" you cry.
He moans, his eyes up on you as he massages your needy cervix with the beading tip of his cock. He plunges in on his elbows, his hips desperately fucking your tight cunt as if he could even feel his legs at this point. "Fuck, you're so much better than him, Jungkook~!!" You jubilate.
"Oh, fuck~!" You cry. He smacks his hips back up, snapping inside of you. You adopt a quick rhythm as his mouth sucks and flicks at your pretty tits, taking them in his mouth while his hands flicker and stimulate your throbbing clit just how you like it. The sounds vibrate, racking through your body in a glorious vibrato.
He echoes you, switching your positions so that he can pound into you just right and feel that gorgeous clenching you're doing around him better. "That's right, right there. Right there, feel all of it. All of it, baby…"
You're almost light-headed by the time the crashing orgasm hits you. "Oh fu--" you gasp. A face of euphoria paints his face as his cock splurges a thick rope of his white cum deep inside your cunt. You squirm as he pins down your legs.
He pants. His lips meet yours again, a sweet kiss planted upon them. "Thank you," he thrums.
On the counter, Jungkook's phone is buzzing off the hook. Your ex is hitting him up constantly, raving about the video. He's sent about fifteen short blurbs so far...and he's still typing.
If only he had typed as long as he could fuck. :/
- sugar & spice (m) jjk & kth
➻ summary: “Your assistant Jungkook has been harbouring secret feelings for you, the sweet bakery owner, for some time now. But what will happen when Taehyung, handsome, smooth as ever and mysteriously new to town comes along to sweep you off your feet?”
➻ Kiki’s Delivery Service!AU
➻ word count: 20.8k
➻ pairing: older baker!reader x baker assistant Jungkook x upperclass Taehyung.
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in your eyes | m
pairing: jungkook x female reader!
genre: smut, fluff, angst, college au, fratboy jk! ex-fuckboy jk! bookworm reader! friends to lovers!
warnings: language, insecurity, drinking, dom jungkook! fingering in public, exhibitionism, female masturbation, grinding, oral (m), dirty talk, light choking, degrading (slut/whore), squirting, creampie, unprotected sex (both are clean but stay safe), bathroom sex, riding, pinning.
word count: 10.6k+
synopsis: jungkook always sees you like the only girl in the world, and you just see him as a fuckboy. OR jungkook just wants a chance🥺
↳ a/n: first time i ever write a fic or smut please enjoy🤧
You were only sixteen when you met him. He stepped into the classroom in all dark baggy clothes in an uneasy walk. At first glance you would of thought he was a timid person. Wrong, under all of that bullshit you see an egoistic and self-assured asshole that you’re somehow happy to call your friend. You even learned that it was facade. Jungkook was a boy with a good heart who always remained loyal to all of his friends.
Jungkook just turned seventeen when he met you, noticing you straight away when you had a nice sense of fashion. You always had on an accessory that matched with the color of your shirt or jeans. You also always wore a bit of bright colors in your outfits. The bright unique makeup is what caught his attention too. He was proud to call you his friend.
When you both happily entered the same college along with your best friend Hayoon, everything changed. He began hanging out with a new group of friends, they were all older than them and deeply influenced him. He joined a fraternity then and began spending less time with you. He only came over to study or celebrate your birthday. His busyness merely reminded you how he preferred to spend his time hooking up with random girls every week rather than play board games with you or rant to him about your new book you were reading.
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👀👀👀😎😎😎
I just changed one word and all of this, happened. Ok.
DC Titans OC Moodboard: Helios Corsca
Survivor of the Republic of Hyperion, son of Senator Opedius Corsca, Harbinger of light and fire rising from the ashes: HELIOS
As a fan of Titans, I thought of creating a DC fanfic and OC as well as creating an egalitarian country named after the Titan God of Heavenly Light, plus naming my OC who is named after a Sun God. Viola!
(P.S, not sure if the central bottom picture is Helios as the internet is currently confusing him and Apollo, but this will suffice.)
genre : smut
member : yoongi
The thrust never stop, and you felt so fucked out and overwhelmed. Here you are, riding on yoongi’s cock. Your body weak and you can only hold onto yoongi’s shoulder to avoid from falling.
Yoongi, too, felt like he has ascended. Your pussy is hugging his cock so tight that you could feel every bumps of his veins. The pleasure feels too much but neither both of you want to stop. Yoongi holds onto your ass and thrust his hip upward roughly, head resting on the sofa. The living room is filled with sounds of grunts, moans and skin slapping.
Soon, the peak reaches and both of you cum hard. Yoongi cummed inside you so much that you womb feels like it is overfilled. After a few more thrusts, yoongi pulled out gently. Realizing that the cum slowly dribbling out from your cunt around your inner thigh, you squeeze your thigh together, not wanting his cum from slipping out. Suddenly, yoongi pick you up in bridal style and you panic.
“wait! put me down, i dont want to pee yet.” you whined.
“cant do that baby, you gotta pee to avoid infection”
“but i want to keep your warmth inside me for awhile, please”
The feel are not as pleasant as it is so sticky but you can never get enough of feeling yoongi’s remnant so close to you.
“nu uh. As hot as that is, i dont want to put your health at risk”
Ignoring your request, yoongi brought you to the bathroom and put you on the toilet carefully since you are sore after the intense activity.
“pee, woman. youll get to have my cum again”
And you are more than anticipated for it.
Transsexuals are closer to God than any others. We partake in the creation of man, just as he.
We are gods, self made gods who deserve to be worshipped.
Cis people hate us because they envy us. We're something they can never be. A state of being they can never reach, but they want for it, and their want turns to hatred. They want to be close to God, and they envy us for our proximity.
I may or may not have made another ghost face edit… … :3 inspo under read more ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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LORD THE MANY FANFIC IDEAS IM GETTING FROM THIS FANART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Peekaboo 🫣 he just saying hi
>commission work~☆
SPECTACLE. -j.ww
in which your new boyfriend, wonwoo, doesn't give a crap about his expensive eyewear.
pairing : wonwoo x fem!reader. content : smut. pwp. tags under the cut. MINORS DO NOT HAVE MY CONSENT TO INTERACT. w/c : 2.7k. notes : yeah i kinda. went insane over this idea. so. bon appetite to you, and also to wonwoo ? i guess.
content + smut tags : established - but new - relationship. making out. FACE SITTING. impact play? (one gentle butt slap). the shenanigans are on a couch if that matters, i don't know. reader is a little shy about doing it. PLEASE let me know if i've forgotten anything.
Wonwoo looks flushed when he pulls away from where he’s been kissing and nipping at the side of your neck, hair stuck up in every direction thanks to your tugging fingers and your gentle guidance to help him find your sweet spots. His lips are pink and a little plumped. His glasses are steaming up, sitting halfway down the bridge of his nose, and every slightly heavier breath he takes makes his broad chest rise and fall where it’s pressed wholly against yours.
You can’t help yourself from leaning forward into another kiss; he’s completely irresistible. Maybe the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. And while this isn’t really news to you, the dynamic of your relationship with him shifted a month or so ago and you’re still getting used to the privilege of seeing him this close up.
He’s still adjusting too, if the way he groans directly into your mouth, hands groping harder at the curve of your ass as you shuffle in his lap is anything to judge by. Still learning, still figuring you out. But – and this is how you know what you’re building here might be the real deal – even when it’s clumsy, and when you knock teeth while you’re kissing and burst into slightly pained giggles, or when things accidentally slip out of place while you’re getting steamy… everything Wonwoo does makes your spine tingle. Makes your stomach flip. Makes your core throb.
Even when it doesn’t always work? It makes sense, and it’s perfect, and losing yourself in the way his lips caress and worship yours is so damn easy when he murmurs your praises just for letting him do this in the first place.
“Will you do something for me?” He asks after a small forever, pulling back just far enough that he's not breathing up your nose. His hands have made their way under your – his – hoodie now and he’s grazing his fingers over your ribs, tickling enough to make you whimper, not enough for you to want to swat him away.
You think you’d give him the world if he asked for it in that deep, rough voice he adopts when things start heading in this direction. The moon too. Shit, if you could get a lasso around the sun and bring it closer to keep him warm, you’d do that as well. So, whatever his little request is now, you know you’re going to agree; resting your hands on his shoulders (finally leaving his gorgeous hair alone), you lean back from him and nod your head.
“Anything,” you say. You’re certain that you feel his cock twitch in his sweatpants where it’s pressed against the inside of your thigh, but you’re not quite sure why.
It makes you feel hot, though. More-so when he bites back a grin, lips curling in that adorable way. It feels greatly unfair that you can’t swoop down right this second to kiss him again, and again, and again; as painful as it is though, you do exercise enough grace to wait for him to come out with it.
“Get up,” he says softly, dropping his hands down your sides and squeezing at your hips once.
You do as he asks and move off his lap, sitting on the other side of the couch; he doesn’t say anything else as he stands up himself, pulls his hoodie off over his head and tosses it to one side before sinking all the way down to the floor. You raise an eyebrow at him, but he doesn’t see you. He shuffles into place with his back against the edge of the seat and only once he’s comfortable does he turn to look at you over one shoulder, grinning brilliantly.
“Okay,” he says, bending his knees and planting his heels into the floor. “Come here.”
You stand up off the cushions now and look down at him for a second, wondering what on Earth is going through his mind, but you know better than to start questioning his strange ideas. Especially when he’s in this sort of a mood. You step over him, one foot either side of his hips, and start to drop down too, but he puts a hand on each of your knees and stops you before you’re in his lap once again.
“No,” Wonwoo says, shaking his head. His hands then make their way to the backs of your thighs and he pushes forwards, trying to guide you where he wants you. Your knees bend of their own accord and press against the couch on both sides of his head. “Like this.”
You don’t exactly freeze up, but it is as if you forget how to control all of your muscles for a second. The ones in your legs seem to turn to jelly and you know it’s only because the sofa is currently taking a portion of your weight that you don’t buckle completely and fall onto the top of his head. The ones in your face give you a slack-jawed, wide-eyed, unblinking expression.
Your abdominal muscles tighten and your cunt flutters at what you’re sure he’s trying to suggest, the rush of wetness you feel only worsened by the intensity in his eyes as he tips his head back and looks at you.
“Please?” He asks, all sweet but deep and rough at the same time.
“Are you s–?” You start to ask.
Wonwoo clicks his tongue at you and tries to encourage you further onto the couch to prove his point. “Yes,” he says, nodding eagerly.
And then, just so you really can’t mistake what he's asking for–
“I want you to sit on my face.”
Your entire body heats up at how bluntly he says it. You squeeze your eyes shut and bite the inside of your cheek so that you don’t accidentally laugh with the nerves already trying to burst out of your tummy.
It’s not that you don’t want to. If you had a penny for every time you’d thought about him giving himself up for your pleasure this way, you’d be rich. You do. You’re going a little crazy just imagining how good it’s going to feel.
It’s just that him being so bold about it has you feeling shy, and that’s never happened to you before. You’re at a loss. You’re totally stumped.
When you open your eyes again and look down at him, Wonwoo is just as earnest and hungry for you as he was a few seconds ago. If anything, it’s as if he wants it more. It’s without a doubt the hottest thing you’ve ever seen and before you can talk yourself out of it, you’re nodding at him; his fingers start to drag up and down the backs of your thighs happily, before they hook under the waistband of your shorts and gently make that first little pull.
“If you don’t like it, we can stop,” he says to you, only pulling them all the way down when you start to help him. They get tossed over to the side to join his hoodie after you step out of them. His eyes glance to the panties you’re wearing – the last barrier, the final thing keeping him from what he’s so desperate for – before he looks back at your face and flashes you a smile. “Just tell me, okay?”
“It’s not that,” you laugh softly, taking off your own jumper and throwing it onto the pile. Wonwoo groans at the sight of you; you roll your eyes at him. “You just… took me by surprise.”
“Good,” he sighs, wrapping an arm around one of your legs and letting you settle onto your knees in position over his mouth, pressing his fingers into the top of your thigh.
The first soft press of his lips over your panties makes you gasp and you hold a little tighter onto the back cushions as you look down at him. His eyes are closed already as he breathes your heady scent in, deep enough to hopefully stain his lungs, enough that he’ll never get rid of it, that he’ll be able to carry you everywhere he goes.
But Wonwoo’s closed eyes aren’t the only thing you notice between your thighs and a soft laugh replaces the pleased sounds already spilling from your lips. One hand drops down to where he's settled and your fingers brush against his temple as they try to pinch at one side of his glasses. He looks affronted when he catches your gaze.
“What’re you doing?” He asks, gently moving your hand away.
You tilt your head at him. “Your glasses,” you prompt, moving to reach for them again. His fingers curl around your wrist and he shoves your hand into his hair instead, rubbing the tip of his nose against the inside of your thigh.
“I want to keep them on,” he tells you.
“What if they break?”
“Don’t care,” he hums, kissing his way back towards your covered pussy. “I’ll buy a new pair. I just wanna see you.”
You swallow at this and decide that you’re definitely not going to try and change his mind, instead choosing to tilt your head back and let his skilled tongue work you up through your underwear. It’s a mess of arousal and spit and they’re soaked, translucent, clinging to you by the time he’s frustrated with them; frankly, so are you, and it's a relief when he concludes that enough is enough.
“Baby,” he groans as he pulls your underwear to one side and has to crane his neck up to lick the flat of his tongue in a stripe up your slit. You whine, the cool air and his hot breaths a menacing mix of sensations, but you don’t have the sense to respond; one soft slap of his hand against your ass makes you look back down at him, though, and you’re met with dark eyes, flushed cheeks and a practically frenzied Wonwoo in the space between your hips. Your sweet, softly spoken boyfriend is nowhere to be found.
“I said, sit.”
His strong arm tugs you down and your knees slide against the cushions, bringing your pussy even closer to his face, literally forcing you to rest against his lips. He chuckles triumphantly and buries his tongue between your folds, tasting you so much more legitimately than before. The way he loves – straight from the source, the spring. You feel him prod at your hole and your walls clench around what he gives you – barely just the tip, but it’s enough to have you reeling already, and when his other arm hooks around your other thigh, when he starts to move you back and forth, you take very little convincing to start to rock your hips down against him on your own.
“Oh,” you whimper as his lips seal around your clit and he sucks at it once, giving a few experimental flicks of his tongue at the same time. The hand in his hair tightens immediately and Wonwoo groans with you still in his mouth, sending delicious vibrations through your sensitive nerves and making you gush onto his chin.
“So fucking pretty like this,” he tells you, stroking his thumb over your waist. “Might be my new favourite view.”
He keeps lapping at you teasingly, testing circles and sideways motions, precise swipes, long drags; every subtle change as he tries to find what makes you scream in this position draws a different sound from your throat. He tenses the muscle and fucks your dribbling hole with it while encouraging you to move enough forward that his nose bumps against your clit with every jerky rock of your hips. You’re grinding faster, now, pressing down against his mouth harder, caring less by the second about whether his glasses are actually going to break in two. Besides, the way he drinks you down tells you that he could do this for a week straight without getting tired; he doesn’t want you to stop, or slow down, or ease up. He wants more. And if you’re too shy to give it to him, he’ll just take, take, take.
“Just– oh, fuck,” you gasp as his tongue finds your clit again and he laps at it with so much zeal that he could rival your favourite vibrator. “Just like that–”
Both of his hands grasp you tighter, squeezing and massaging and kneading at your soft skin as you chase your high on his pretty face. His eyes are tightly closed in his own rapture, and you hope that he won’t blame you for wanting him to open them; your hand pulls harshly at his hair again, hard enough to make him cringe, enough to make him stop for just a second before he sees how wound-up you look. You try to pull off from him a little, at least enough for him to catch a couple of breaths, but Wonwoo captures your pussy between his lips before you even hear him inhale.
“You– you wanted to s—see me,” you stutter out as the fire starts to catch and you feel warmth and ecstasy start to build at your core. “Fuck– ah–”
So he does. With big, hungry eyes, Wonwoo watches as you hurtle towards oblivion, as you writhe and squirm and bounce down against his ardent mouth.
He sends you crashing over the edge with a wet sob, your own eyes closing now as you see stars in the darkness and ride your high out on his still-moving tongue. There are tears on your cheeks before you can do anything about it. Your walls spasm around nothing. He barely slows, taking back enough pressure so that your pleasure doesn’t turn to pain. He’s pretty sure he doesn’t even blink until you’re out the other side of your climax, though.
When your pants start to die down and you’re twitching to get away from him, so sensitive that even his tiny kisses make you shudder, Wonwoo drops his head back down to the pillows and wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. You don’t have the strength to move yet, still reeling, still too floaty to try for any level of coordination, but he doesn’t mind. Your swollen, glistening pussy right over his face is something he'd pay millions to see.
“Didn’t even break the glasses,” you laugh weakly once your voice decides to come back to you.
“Mm,” Wonwoo hums, sliding them off his nose and inspecting them. He ‘tsk’s before putting them back on. They’re steamed at the edges and a little smeary now, and he surely can’t actually see that clearly through them. He obviously doesn’t care. “That’s not good enough.”
“Huh?” you ask, moving carefully so as not to plant your knee into his jaw but still trying to bring your legs together so that you can sit to one side. He isn't having it, though, and slowly shuffles up onto his knees, turns around to face you and lays his fingers on one of your ankles, wasting no time in trying to pry your legs apart again.
“That’s. Not. Good. Enough,” he repeats, using his other hand to palm himself over the fabric of his sweatpants. The tent in them would be comical if it weren’t for the animalistic look in his eyes; there’s nothing laughable about the way he’s looking at you right now, though.
“So what are we gonna do about it?” You ask, opening back up for him and not hiding how you stare as he rips his shirt off over his head. Then, he slides his fingertips up the inside of your calf, to your knee, down your thigh… he drags them over the lips of your pussy and collects a little of your slick on them before bringing his hand to his lips and sucking it clean.
“I’ve got a few ideas,” he tells you, groaning at your sweet taste as if he wasn’t just drowning in it a minute and a half ago. He lowers himself until he's once more level with your cunt and guides both of your legs over his shoulders, smirking up at your expectant face. “Maybe try to squeeze your thighs a little more this time. See if that does the trick.”
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