I Would Like To Be Finger Banged In The Back Of Jake Webber Tesla

Hi! Hi! Cotton! How are you babe? Sooooo…… Ive had this little fantasy in my head i would like to see you put to words in the way you do (i love your writing <3) Henry Cavill, but plot twist! Hes your college history teacher! You call him sir! And reader has a praise kink, with some orgasm denial, overstim, and size difference (from the kink roulette). I will absolutely adore it if you would write this! if not no worries! ily 🫶🏻

teacher’s pet~

ೃ⁀➷ college professor henry cavill x student afab ! reader

ೃ⁀➷ word count: 2.2k+

ೃ⁀➷ a/n: hi babe! i am doing meh rn, i think i have strep throat, anywayyyy....i loved your fantasy and i enjoyed putting it into writing, i hope it was what you were looking for. i am loving all the henry cavill requests!!! not proofread

ೃ⁀➷ warnings: stalking, teacher- student, dry humping, p in v sex, praise kink, cunnilingus, innocent virgin reader, orgasm denial, overstimulation, SIR KINK

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you had a tiny little crush on your professor. not that you were any different from the rest of the students in his class. professor cavill had every eye on him since the moment he walked into class. everybody wanted to fuck him. no one ever did.

there were rumors he was gay, as he showed no interest in girls, but he also showed no interest in men. so you tried to make do with your unrequited love.

you had a ridiculous schoolgirl crush on him.

every girl would race to sit in the front row, you were happy to stare at him from a distance.

your friends would make lewd jokes about professor henry.

and you would blush and squirm, not really comfortable with the way they talked about him. jealous, possessive.

your thoughts strayed as you walked through the campus, short plaid skirt swaying in the wind.

you slammed into a tall, hard, beefy man, his huge hands went to your waist to keep you from falling.

“careful there sweetheart.” his voice was gruff and familiar.

“yes sir, i’m sorry.” you looked up through your eyelashes at him, his eyes crinkled, never straying from yours, his lips twitched and he pinched your chin with his thumb and index finger, eyes never straying from yours.

he let go and brushed the hair from your face before turning around and sauntering off. his thick legs moving with surprising grace for someone his size.

you stared shell-shocked at his retreating back.

your friends squealed around you.

“he definitely wants to fuck you!”

“BYE! he totally wants to fuck your sweet unpopped cherry!”

“stop it! he can hear” you protested.

“he will definitely split you in two, have you seen the size of him? god, that’s hot babe!”

you groaned in irritation trying to walk away, but they chased after you.

“he definitely has a thing for your innocent virgin thing.”

“it’s always the innocent angels who are the dirtiest cock sluts.”

“you are such a BITCH!” you could not help but laugh at your friends’ teasing. you knew they were playing around, they loved to tease you, blood would rush to your face and your skin would darken. but it was all in good faith, this incident would be forgotten by tomorrow.

— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

the incident was in fact, not forgotten by the next day, girls shot you looks and some of your classmates teased you.

“i bet that's how you get straight a’s! damn! fucking professor cavill, i am green with envy.”

you scoffed with humor. “shhh!!! he’s going to come soon!”

“yeah! in you!”

when henry entered a hush spread around the room.

“now what is all this ruckus about?” he raised a thick brow, eyes boring into you.

“nothing sir!” you balked.

he hummed, staring at you for a second before getting on with his lesson.

— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

henry used all his willpower to keep his gaze from your frame.

you had always been in the periphery of his vision in the past but yesterday when your smaller frame bumped into him he took notice.

he could not help himself, hands touching you lovingly. you. his student.

your wide eyes, plaid skirt and white top, a knee-length sock with a pair of huge white sneakers.

you did not seem to care that much about your outfits, not making a statement, just preoccupied with other things. like your lap. which was really frustrating on his part. why did you not look at him? you took notes diligently. eyes staring at the projector and back at your notes, never on him.

your shyness piqued his interest. he got through the lecture on muscle memory. his eyes flickering to you from time to time. he had an obsessive audience, he wasn’t dumb, he had graduated summa cum laude, top of his class. so he knew to control himself during class.

before or after class, however…

— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

you had a stalker. your core clenched with sensations you had only read about in your romance books. you had never experienced the desperate pounding ache that professor cavill made you feel deep in the apex of your thighs.

you made eye contact with him again however many times this week in the campus café, and your thighs clenched with need. you ordered your sugary drink, paid, and waited with anxious trepidation at having his eyes on you. you hurried out once you got the drink. you had to do something about him, it was wrong.

well….. maybe it wasn’t personal, why would you ever think that he would be stalking you? it could be an unlikely string of coincidences that led him to every place you were on campus, it was as if he had learned your schedule. that made you feel dangerous things, delicious taboo thoughts about your professor who was likely more than half your age older than you. you walked through the campus, sipping your sweet drink.

— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

the stalking was getting out of hand. you needed to do something about it. your pussy wept and clenched and you did not know what to do with all the needy sensations that made you look at your pillow and want to hump it silly.

you knocked on his office.

“come in.”

“mr. cavill,” you entered his cozy office, it had wooden floors leather couches, and huge shelves overfilled with books. and a slightly messy desk where he sat on an expensive-looking chair.

“yes?” he looked up at you with his blue eyes. soft in a way you had never seen them.

you froze not knowing what to do now.

he cocked his head. “what is it, sweetheart?”

“don’t you think it’s inappropriate to call a student that?”

“do you not like it?” he frowned.

“that- that’s not the point!” you felt your face heat. you pressed your thighs together.

he chuckled, “look at you, you are downright squirming. do you think i would risk my career for any student?”

“no?”

“no.” he confirmed. “come here.”

he was taking a huge risk, but your dilated pupils and heaving chest told him the results would be enjoyable.

“where?” your voice was meek.

his grin was machiavellian and your cunt was aching with need, you walked toward him, sliding one leg over his lap and resting your core against his hard bulge.

you moaned at the contact against your pussy covered by thin drenched panties, your plaid skirt fluttering around you.

his big hands went to your ass and he pressed your hips down.

you mewled.

“this feels so good sir.” you moaned. “i’ve never felt anything like this.”

he groaned, “fuck…don’t tell me your sweet little pussy has not been fucked before?”

the friction was so good, your pussy lips split open, the bulge of his hardness rubbing against your aching, puffy, swollen clit. your hips jerked and spasmed.

“so needy… look at you, humping my lap like a needy bunny. are you a needy bunny, baby? do you touch yourself?”

“n-no!”

he hummed, pleased “good, that means i will be the first to make you cum, and i won’t stop until you are a crying mess. office hours are over and we have all the time in the world. take your panties off sweetheart and get back on my lap.” you obeyed, the cool office air on your sensitive pussy made you clench. he reached for the panties, you stared at him as he smelt them before pocketing them

the texture of his pants was heavenly against your bare pussy. nothing restricting your movements. the texture was rough against your sensitive cunt, harsh and punishing and exquisite.

your pussy gushed, making a mess of his pants, but you did not care, too busy chasing that build-up of pleasure to think or be embarrassed about the mess you were making.

you rutted against him almost at the peak, when he stopped you with his hands.

“i changed my mind, i want you to cum on my dick,”

you whined in protest, hips jerking softly, but it was futile.

you were smaller than him, his large thick frame contrasting yours. he stood up, and carried you with him, one arm wrapped under your ass, the other swiping all the contents of his desk to the floor with a loud crash.

he sat you on the desk and knelt in between your open legs. “look at me, kneeling for you. you think i would kneel for just any pretty girl? no. i do not. ever since i crashed into you my thoughts have not strayed from your pretty innocent eyes. from your thighs, that skirt, i want to fuck you in nothing but that skirt.”you moaned, pussy bursting with arousal, he leaned his head on your inner thigh, eyes taking in your glistening, dripping cunt, he slid a finger in between your wet folds, splitting you open, rubbing the tip of his finger against your clit. your hips chased the friction.

“you are such a good girl, taking attentive notes and every assignment you turn in done so carefully. you want to please me don’t you, sweetheart? you want to be a good girl? well, you are. never been touched. have you been waiting for me, sweetheart?”

“yes- yes sir!” you whined.

“good, girl,” he looked up at you and damn you if it wasn’t the most beautiful sight you had ever seen. he split you open with his tongue and you yelped at the foreign deliciousness of his tongue on your pussy.

he kissed and nipped softly, devouring you like a man starved. this time you felt the pressure build easily, faster, but once again he stopped, and it was agonizing, you felt your walls pound with need ache.

this time it was his fingers which split you open and you were so sensitive you could not help the tears that escaped the corner of your eyes.

“look at you, a whiny, needy, whimpering mess. so sensitive. never been touched huh? well you are doing so good. my good girl. bet you will become all cock drunk when i fuck your little pussy. but i have to get you all nice and wet and ready for my cock, so it doesn’t hurt my favorite student. my dick is already hard because of your delicious sounds baby girl, i can’t wait to get my dick inside you.” his fingers pumped in and out of you, your body spasming with overstimulation.

“please sir!” you whined and cried out at your over sensitive pussy being teased. you needed release fast, and you needed him to stop his movements, but if he stopped you were positive you would meltdown from deprivation. “please!” your syllables dragged out.

you looked so pathetic and needy he decided to take pity on you. swirling his thumb on your clit. “just a little longer, alright? i want your first orgasm to be on my cock!”

“please sir!” this time your voice cracked.

“come on sweetheart, you are doing such a good job, you are so good, my pretty girl, so perfect.”

he stood up, his hips aligning with yours, your trembling hands reached to unbuckle his belt, he let you struggle through it, watching with fond eyes as your frustrated fingers worked his belt, his pants, then his boxers, his large angry cock springing free. it was so beautiful you wrapped your fingers around it, pumping it experimentally. he groaned out and bucked into your hand. you looked up at him through your lashes, silently voicing s question he answered with a smile. you aligned his dick with your cunt, hips canting to fit him in.

he was so big he stretched you open, your cherry popping burned but it could have been worse had he not made you all wet snd ready. henry gripped your hips and sank fully into you, both of you moaning at the sensation of your tight cunt being stretched by him. he was so big by comparison it made you so needy. you bucked your hips, encouraging him to move, and move he did.

rutting into you with all his strength, those muscles were not just for eye candy after all…

your body spasmed with each thrust and it wasn’t long before your pussy clenched him and the pressure in hour core built and built until burst, making you bite his shoulder to keep from screaming at your first orgasm, hands scratching his back.

he groaned as you squeezed his cock, hips pumping fast, this time chasing his own pleasure, it hurt so good, you were so sensitive but you did not want to stop. the best you could do was cry and slide your hands to his waist, pulling him to you with each thrust.

it wasn’t long before he followed after you cum filling you and dripping down where you joined. he joined your foreheads together and with the last last pumps of his hips wipe the sweaty tendrils of hair from your forehead, kiss your nose, and tell you how good you were, how good you felt. you were his good girl. the ultimate teacher’s pet.

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~𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐛 (𝐌.)

-𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐛 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐢𝐜𝐦𝐢𝐧

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-𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.1𝐊

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦. 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬), 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

He was untouchable, unattainable, unattached, he simply floated above it all. Everyone knew his name, he was the type of guy people parted in the hallways for, the type of guy girls chased after, the type that guys would be jealous of. Jeon Jungkook knew he was a heartthrob, he had everyone wrapped around his little finger and he knew it.

It was your second year in college, Jungkook was at his peak popularity and you were, well, decidedly not. The halls were crowded, glances were exchanged and all seemed well until he came. The chatter died down into whispers and the crowd of teenagers parted, a usual hallway had become a runway for the college heartthrob and everyone watched as he made his way through. His long, wavy hair was hardly kept out of his face by a pair of overpriced sunglasses placed atop his head as he paraded the hall. He sent multiple winks in various directions as he passed, and just as quickly as he had appeared, he was gone.

This wasn’t the first time you had witnessed the effects of the boy, it sometimes felt like you could never get away from him, you’d hear of him through hushed whispers and lovesick giggles. You were surprised the freshmen girls hadn’t made a shrine of him yet. You had tried to ignore him, but it had proved too difficult, so instead you feigned ignorance and tried not to look too interested.

The first run in you had with him was a gloomy Monday in your art history lecture. You were minding your own business as you tapped away at your laptop until you felt a slight tap on your shoulder, you figure it’s just another student trying to make their way through the lecture hall desks so you ignore it. A few seconds later and another light tap was placed on your shoulder, so you abandon your essay in favour of turning around to deal with the nuisance that was disturbing you from your very important albeit very late essay. Lucky for you, sat behind you was the one and only Jeon Jeongguk with his hair tied back in a messy bun and his leather jacket that accentuated his muscular chest perfectly, you were trying so damn hard not to stare but the smirk that adorned his stupidly good looking face had quickly told you that you hadn’t been so lowkey about the staring.

“Can I help you?” You muttered as your cheeks took on a rosy hue from his intense stare, “do you have a spare pen? I seem to have misplaced mine” he said in a tone way too beguiling for the request he had just made. You knew it was just an attempt for you to notice him, it’s not like he even needed to try for that but he never particularly claimed to be the brightest, so you rolled your eyes and grabbed a pen from your desk and swiftly placed it onto his.

You tried to turn away as quickly as possible in order to avoid his examining gaze but just before you could turn his lips quirked into a smile as he let out a “Thank you, sweetheart”. You had never felt your heart beat as fast as it did once you’d registered the pet name tacked onto the end of his phrase, your cheeks rapidly turning an angry red as you’d buried your face in your arms to avoid further embarrassment, and that was the end of your first interaction.

The second time you saw him was two weeks later, you had thankfully blocked out most thoughts about the boy and the sheer redness of your cheeks the first time you had spoken. After cleaning up your supplies after a very intensive art class, you hadn’t realised how much effort doing a still life drawing of an avocado required, an hour of shading and erasing was more than enough to get you ready to burn your pencils and give up but going to lunch was going to have to suffice instead.

What you hadn’t anticipated was bumping into the one person you were hoping to avoid. You were standing in the lunch line, mindlessly scrolling through your socials when you felt a breath on the back of your neck and the faint whisper of a “hey sweetheart”, you swiftly turned around as the encounter had startled you. He towered over you as he stared into your eyes with a mischievous glint, you were stuck for words as your mind went blank, you were already tired of the power he held over you and you had only spoken to him once before.

“Look I don’t know what you want from me but I’m not interested” you didn’t know where the sudden confidence had come from, but you just hoped you’d gotten your point across. “Woah, chill. I don’t want anything, just you know, human interaction? Trust me, darling, if I wanted to get in your pants, I would’ve done it by now” he spoke confidently as he kept his cool gaze trained on you. “As if I’m that easy” you’d stated with a roll of your eyes as you focused your gaze on your badly painted nails, “I wouldn’t be so sure baby, I’m quite the charmer when I want to be” “hmm I’m sure, anyways if you aren’t here to get in my pants. Why are you here?” You questioned with a poke to his chest. “Oh wouldn’t you like to know” he announced with a smirk as he backed away. With one last final wink, he was gone.

For the next few days, you continued to see him around. In the hallways, he’d wink as he passed, in every lecture you had together he did everything he could to capture your attention and it was driving you crazy. All you could see when you closed your eyes was his dumb smirk and long curly hair that you wanted to run your fingers through, wait no, his stupid hair that totally wasn’t a turn on for you… Anyways the point was that you were seeing him everywhere.

Monday had finally rolled around again and there wasn’t one part of you that wanted to attend your lectures that day. Your dorm room was so cosy and your bed was so warm and taking a day off sounded too good ignore, so you pulled your duvet over your head and closed your eyes as you waited for sleep to come. That was until a series of loud bangs shook you’re from your calm atmosphere, “Y/N GET YOUR ASS UP, YOU ARE NOT MISSING ANYMORE LECTURES”. Minsu, your roommate. She just had to disturb you with her enthusiasm for college attendance, and there was no use ignoring Minsu cause you know how it had ended last time. A shiver went down your spine as you remembered the time she fireman lifted you out of your bed and into the bathroom and guarded the door until she heard the shower start to run. Considering she was only a few inches taller than you, she was a hell of a lot more feisty. So in fear of Minsu’s wrath and your rapidly decreasing college attendance you made your way to the bathroom and began your morning routine.

You were halfway through doing your eyeliner when you realised just exactly what you had to deal with that day. Art history. With Jungkook. Sat behind you. It was hard to focus on making two perfectly equal wings on your eyes when you were crapping yourself thinking about the lecture you would be attending in a few hours.

An hour later and you’re sat in your seat in Art history, class has nearly begun and Jungkook hadn’t turned up. You take out your stupidly heavy textbooks an place them on your desk along with your pencil case, actually feeling like you could get some work done today without the irritatingly attractive guy sat behind you. But since the universe just loved you, Jungkook did show, and he’d apparently made it his task that day to annoy you to no end.

Throwing pencils at the back of your head, poking you, clicking his pen, if you can name it Jungkook had probably used it to get your attention while simultaneously killing a few of your brain cells with that persistence of his. It’s towards the end of the lesson he whispers his trademark ‘hey sweetheart’ and you’re just about to gouge your eyes out with a spoon when you hear it. You swiftly turn around and hiss something akin to “What the hell do you want, Jeon” though Jungkook couldn’t really tell as he was distracted by the pure look of disgust etched onto the usually soft lines of your face.

“I was just wondering if you were coming to Hyunwoo’s party on Friday? ” He asked, no sarcasm evident in that irritatingly beautiful voice of his.

“If you’re gonna be there, definitely not” you grumble, turning away from the long haired heathen, rolling your eyes as you do so. The truth was that you’d actually already agreed to attending when jin had pestered you the day before, but you’d never tell Jungkook cause you wouldn’t want him to have the satisfaction of thinking you’d actually do anything for him.

You don’t hear anything for the rest of the lecture from Jungkook and it feels eerily quiet without all of his pestering, you’d gotten used to the way he’d pester, it had become monotonous in your routine. It’s not like you secretly liked the attention or anything, right?

The rest of the days running up the Hyunwoos party go extremely quickly, the days go by in a blur of highlighted pass papers and an alarming amount of coffee. You try to get out of attending, making any and every excuse you could make at a moments notice, but Jin wasn’t letting you out of it this time.

“Jinnnnnnn, do I have to go?” You whine at him through the phone, his shirtless body half on the screen from your FaceTime call.

“Yes you do have to go, I’m not taking no as an answer. Be ready at 9 or I’m not buying you coffee for a month” he threatens before buttoning you.

You’d met Jin in freshman year, you’d asked him for instructions on how to get to your class, completely unknowing of how to navigate your new surroundings, he’d been nice enough to show you exactly where you needed to go, cracking some jokes are entertaining on your short walk to your classroom.

It only took you about five minutes for you to realise you both really enjoyed each other’s witty humour and likemindedness, so you’d swapped numbers and the rest had been history. Even though Jin was in senior year now and he was one of the most popular guys on campus.

You smile thinking back on the memories, the clock ticking closer to nine pm, so you make the executive decision to at least put some form of effort into getting yourself ready. Not really being the dressy type you opt for a dark grey denim skirt with a black distressed tee, by the size of it it’s probably Jins, but he definitely wouldn’t be getting it back. You don’t particularly do anything else different from your usual routine, in the end it was only a frat party you’d probably regret attending anyways.

You finish lacing up your shoes as Jin beeps outside, his truck having a surprisingly high pitched sounding beep considering the size of it. Stepping out of your house, Jin yells a “get in loser, we’re going shopping” your way, the subtle roll in your eyes present as you make your way to the passenger side.

“Must you embarrass me and yourself every time you come to my neighbourhood?” You question playfully, raising an eyebrow at jin as you slide into the passenger seat.

“Of course I do, I have to keep up appearances, baby” he winks, you don’t know how you haven’t lost your eyes from how much you roll them around him.

It’s only a short drive to the party, the few minutes in the car spent jamming to whatever music Job in decided to put on. His music taste both entertaining and ever-changing.

Hyunwoo’s house is everything you’d expect it to be, floor to ceiling windows, grand double staircases, too many rooms for one floor and vases and ornaments that probably cost more than your college tuition.

You spot Hobi as soon as you arrive, his black hair swept to the side matching the dark t-shirt reading obey in multicoloured lettering. You had definitely been attracted to him at first, his heart shaped smile and hooked nose immediately catching your attention, it hadn’t taken long for you to realise that you worked way better as just friends.

He calls you over with his signature dazzling smile, the chain on his neck catching the lights. “Hey Hobi” you say, trying not to focus on how good he looks.

“Hey Y/N, how about I get you a drink, yeah?” Not giving you time to respond before he leaves in pursuit of finding you a drink that isn’t spiked or dangerously strong.

He returns with a lilac drink in a plastic cup and a small grey haired man trailing behind him. “Here’s your drink and Y/N this is Yoongi, Min Yoongi. Third year music major and just about the most introverted person you will ever meet” he says, a smirk on his face at the dig he makes.

“Introverted huh? Then what’s he doing hanging around with you, sunshine boy” you fire back, a small smile making its way onto Yoongi’s face at your remark. Before Hobi can say anything Yoongi buts in with a quiet “I like this one” feeling a gleam of pride at the older man’s approval.

The conversation goes back and forth for a while, Yoongi becoming quite the comedian when he wasn’t sipping on some whiskey that he’d brought so he wouldn’t have to drink the the cheap beer that most college students had brought along.

You’re laughing at a joke Hobi cracked when you first see him saunter through the door, his usually tied back hair wild and curly, accentuating the dark of his irises. You think you may have stared too long, his eyes catching yours, a cocky smirk coming to rest on his face. You roll your eyes in response and focus back on the men in front of you.

“I think I’m gonna get another drink” you whisper, eager to clear your mind of the boy, even if it’s just for a few seconds. You stumble away from the small group, weaving yourself through wasted teens and couples who are way too handsy.

The kitchen is fairly empty when you get there, the marble floors slippery under your feet. Pouring yourself a gin you try your best to rid Jungkook from your thoughts, his eyes seeming to stay stuck at the forefront of your mind. Just when you think you’ve done it, you sense a presence looming behind you.

Turning around you spot no other but the man you’d been trying to forget. He was head to toe in black, nothing different from his usual fashion, only this time he’d swapped out cargo pants for a pair of skin tight ripped jeans, his strong thighs capturing your attention. You guess you’d never taken the time to really look at him, to notice the way his nails were covered in chipped black nail polish, or the tattoo that peaked over the neckline of his shirt.

“See something you like?, doll” he says seductively, his voice deeper and more gravelly than usual.

You cast your eyes downward, avoiding his intense gaze “no, just taking trying to process your extremely irritating presence is all” you say shakily, trying your best not to come across as flustered.

He begins to walk around you in a slow circle, stopping right behind you and whispering in your ear “it’s alright to stare you know, I like it when you focus on me” he rasps quietly, his voice making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, a chill making its way down your spine.

You stand shocked, no words on the tip of you’re tongue to reply with, but he doesn’t give you a chance anyway.

“You know Y/N, you intrigue me. You’re the only girl who isn’t desperate for my attention, I suppose I like your defiance” he mumbles into your ear as he starts to circle you again.

He was somewhat right, you weren’t desperate for Jeon Jungkook but that didn’t mean he wasn’t attractive or that he doesn’t make you nervous when he talks to you in that sensual tone of his.

“Why is it, y/n, that you don’t want my attention? Are you shy, baby? Is that it? A questioning hum pinned onto the end of his sentence.

“B-baby? You stammer out, the nickname catching you off guard, your cheeks heating up.

“Yes. Baby, a pretty name for a little submissive girl, tell me y/n are you submissive or are you naughty?” The question and meaning behind them only adding to the redness in your cheeks. The situation clearly a predator/prey like one.

You wanted to say that he didn’t effect you, that you didn’t want to get down on your knees for him and please him but it simply wasn’t true, your next words solidifying the fact.

“I’m a good girl, I promise” you whimper out, his mouth dangerously close to your own.

“Well then, would you like to come and show me how well you can behave?” He says, before leaning down and sealing his lips with your own in a heated kiss, he tastes sweet like the drink he’d been sipping on, his tongue sliding against yours as his hands were all over your body.

How you get up the stairs is a blur, the way there a clash of lips and daring hands. You make your way into a room, pushing with your back against the door as you continue your passionate exchange. A breathy whine leaves your lips as he presses you against the bedroom wall and moves his attention down to your neck. Sucking and biting he leaves a constellation of red and purple bruises, creating a galaxy of his own on your body.

“J-Jungkook.. need you, please” you whine out, the pleasure of him licking and biting at your collarbones unlike anything you’d ever felt.

he detaches from you with a pop, his lips swollen from your earlier make-out session.

“Use your words, princess. Tell me exactly what you want” he whispers,

“Want you in my mouth, let me suck you off” you say, pushing him away and sinking to you knees. The bulge of his hard length straining against his black jeans.

“Take me out babygirl” his voice breathy as you pull down the shiny zipper concealing what you wanted most.

You can’t say you’d hadn’t ever fantasised about Jungkook’s dick, even though he was a cocky bitch at times, you weren’t as immune to his charms as you thought you were, too many nights spent with your fingers deep inside you and a vibrator pushed against your clit while images of the man currently before you flashed behind your eyelids.

You push your small hand under the elastic waistband of his underwear, desperate to feel him under your fingertips. The first thing you notice when you wrap your fingers around him is that they don’t reach each other, his shaft girthy and pulsing slightly in your palm.

You pull his semi-hard cock out of his deliciously tight jeans, a gasp escaping you when you see his exposed length. He was long and thick, with veins running along the smooth surface and a mushroom like pink tip dripping with precum, you’d never seen a dick so perfect. A cocky smirk makes its way onto his face at your surprise and fascination.

“Don’t keep me waiting baby, it won’t end well if you do” his gravely voice making you Jump into action. You place one of your hands around the base, squeezing and moving up and down lightly while you take his cockhead into your warm mouth, the salty taste of precum covering your taste buds. Small growls leave his lips as you continue to suckle on the tip. Another glare has you moving both hands to his thighs and taking him further into your mouth, bobbing your head in a sultry rhythm.

All of a sudden his hands come to your hair, moving it into a makeshift ponytail before pushing you further down onto his dick, a small gargling noise coming from you as you take more of him into your mouth. He leisurely pulls you on and off his cock, using your for his own pleasure before moving your head further down to ensure you take all of his length into your hot cavern.

“Such a good baby, taking my dick in her throat like a perfect little cocksleave” he moans, his head resting against the wall, eyes fluttering shut from the way your throat constricts around his bulbous head. He thrusts in and out of your throat a few more times, your gagging and swallowing adding to his arousal, before he pulls you off his dick.

“Did so well for me, your throat was so tight, you looked so pretty gagging on my cock” he whispers, dropping your gathered hair and watching is cascade around your shoulders in soft waves, the lighting of the dim room adding the soft sparkle in your eyes.

He helps you to your feet, quickly picking you up and throwing you onto the cream coloured bedspread. He crawls between your legs, securing your arms above your head, bringing his head down to your neck where he begins his decent. He moves down your body painfully slow, teasingly licking and sucking at your smooth skin, leaving marks on previously untouched territory.

It’s when his lips skim the hem of your skirt you can’t help but hold your breath. He pushes up the article to your hips, revealing your black lace panties, drenched with your apparent arousal.

“Kitten, you’re so wet. Is this all for me? Did you soak your pretty panties while sucking me off? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to clean you up” he says, using a tone that is both humiliating but sexy.

He places a tentative lick to you clothed core, you’re juices soaking through enough for him to taste you with just one lick. A needy whine leaves your lips at the feel of his rough tongue on your covered slit. The feeling just barely enough to make you feel good, but just enough that it makes you even more desperate.

He pulls your panties down your thighs, arching your back off the bed to aid him in getting rid of the ruined garment, the tepid air hitting your pussy as the messy fabric is pulled away from your core, sticky strings of your arousal clinging to it. Now with nothing to soak into, you begin dripping down your ass and onto the bed, a small puddle forming right underneath you.

Jungkook blows lightly onto your pussy, a chuckle escaping him when a needy whine rips through you, arching your back, chasing after his touch. The first lick to your clit has you moaning out, his tongue swiping directly over the swollen bud.

“Jungkook, p-please. Don’t tease” you whisper, your voice slightly weak from your previous dalliance. He delivers a small swat to your thigh as a warning before he runs his tongue through your wet folds, collecting your sweet essence. He moves up to your clit, circling around it with his tongue while his index finger toys with you untouched entrance before plunging two fingers in unexpectedly.

His tongue on your clit and his thick tattooed fingers filling you up has you writhing off the bed, your hips moving in circles in an attempt to double the pleasure, his other hand quickly coming down on your hip stopping you from moving.

He moves his fingers inside you in a ‘come hither motion’ the tips brushing against your g-spot, making your orgasm draw closer. Your moans coming out in high pitched whimpers and breathy whines.

“G-gonna cum. Please let me c-cum” you stutter out, hardly able to pronounce your words with the onslaught of pleasure being delivered to your body.

“Cum for me then baby, show me how much of a good girl you can be” he says placing his mouth back on your clit once again, his mouth and fingers never relenting in their harsh pace.

You lock up as your orgasm hits, your vision going white as he brings you over the edge. You tighten around his fingers, your inner walls trying to push them out. He helps you ride out your orgasm, your cum coating his hand and face while his messy hair brushes against your inner thighs.

He pulls off your clit with a pop, retreating his fingers shortly after, he lifts up his hand, your cum shining slightly in the light. He crawls over once again, pushing his fingers to you lips with a quiet “suck, babygirl” his eyes now a shade darker than before.

You keep eye contact with him as you take his cum covered fingers into your mouth, repeating what you’d done to his cock on his fingers. His cock twitches as he watches you take his fingers, the visual igniting something deep with in his core.

“Well you’ve definitely proven that your little mouth can do more than just backchat” he remarks, moving off of you before pulling your body further down the mattress and onto the edge of the bed.

“Ok here’s what’s gonna happen kitten, You’re gonna take my cock and you’re gonna moan for me. Want everyone to know who’s treating you this well. Do you understand?” His voice domineering and gravely, more so than usual.

You only reply with a soft whimper, your hips canting up towards him in an effort to get things started. He takes himself back out of his boxers, his dick springing up, spreading precum all over his tanned abs.

He lines his cock up to your slick entrance, lifting your legs over his shoulders so you can feel every inch. He begins pushing in, your entrance tight around the large tip, it pops in with some resistance before he begins pushing in further, his dick touching places you didn’t know existed. Your pussy stretches to accommodate him, his tip resting just behind your cervix when he bottoms out. Your slick hole gripping him tightly as he moves slightly.

“S-so big, love your cock” you pant out. Jungkook was bigger than every guy you’d ever been with, maybe he had a reason to be cocky all along if this is what he’d been hiding in his cargo pants.

“Baby, am I ok to move? Am I hurting you?” He whispers, wanting to be sure you’re ok before he loses him self in the feel of your clenching walls.

“Yes, yes. Please move, please use me!! Wanna be your little cocksleave” you let out, the slight curve of his dick pressing against that spot inside of you that drives you wild.

You confirmation is more than enough to know what you want, he grunts as he pulls out so only the tip remains before he slams back into you repeatedly, holding onto your calves as he continually thrusts in and out of your battered pussy, a loud squelch resonating in the room.

Jungkook thinks you look so beautiful the way you’re lied under him, eyes rolling back as you scream his name while he pounds you into the mattress, your small hands fisting the sheets in an attempt to anchor yourself something. You also think Jungkook looks particularly good, his shirt half buttoned and hanging off his shoulders, his hair pushed out of his eyes, jaw clenched as he drills into you, grunting when you clench around his rock hard member.

He brings a hand down to your clit, rubbing messy circles, the pressure making you scream out even more, the party downstairs definitely knowing who’s making you moan out. If it’s even possible, he begins pounding into you even harder, your cervix being destroyed by his cock.

“C’mon baby, come for me. Show them all who you belong to, I’m the only one who can make you feel this way” his thrusts becoming less precise, his end drawing ever so near.

“Jungkook, so good, so big” you babble out, your orgasm washing over you as you cream his cock. Your sudden tightness bringing on his own end, his hot cum painting your insides white, squirting against your sensitive walls.

You whine at the loss when he pulls out, his dick covered in a mixture of both your cum. He tucks himself back into his pants before wandering off to find some sort of cloth to clean you up with. A few seconds later he returns with a soft smile and a wipe in hand. He squats down, now eye level with your abused hole, his cum leaking out, oh how he wanted to catch it on camera.

He gently wipes you down, his soft humming a contrast to the loudness of the chatter downstairs. After he’s done he pulls down your skirt, making sure it’s not twisted.

He extends a hand to help you of the bed, your legs still slightly wobbly after your two orgasms. When you feel a breeze on your bare pussy you know somethings missing. “Jungkook, where is my underwear?” You question, looking around the room to try and spot the pesky underwear.

“Oh baby, these are mine now” he comments, soft smile completely replaced with his usual cocky one, his left hand placing your panties into his back pocket.

“Come on you can’t be serious right now?! How do you know that someone won’t try anything when I go back downstairs?” You shout, emphasising your point with way to many dramatic hand gestures.

“You better listen real good, don’t you dare question me, I can easily put you back in your place now and no one will even have the chance to try anything, because you’ll be staying by my side” he winks, grabbing your hand before leading you through the door and back down to the party.

It was going the been one hell of a college semester with him around..

-𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!

-𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

Don’t fear your kinks Masterlist

Summary: After satisfying her vamp kink Dean and Y/N want to try any fantasy they were holding back for too long. We follow their journey through their kinks.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, kinks, handcuffs, spanking, hairpulling, breeding kink, roleplay (including consensual dub-con/non-con), fake knotting, fake claiming, biting, riding crops, restrains, dom!Dean, threesome, dirty talk, all the dirty shit

@m-winchester-67 inspired me to make a series out of my one-shot so here we go with the roleplay kinks. Thanks for ruining me, hun.

Please be aware this is not a regularly update series. I will add a chapter if I got some spare time to write plotless smut!

Part 1 - Love bites hard (Vamp kink)

Part 2 - Don’t be scared (virgin Dean/age gap kink)

Part 3 - Take me away  (Kidnapper kink)

Part 4 - Cheer me up (Coach/Cheerleader kink)

Part 5 - Clean this up! (Maid/Earl kink)

Part 6 - Darkness awaits you (DemonDean/virginAngel kink)

Part 7 - Please hide me (CriminalDean/shy/virgin/student reader)

Part 8 - Naughty girl (Babysitter/Dad)

Part 9 - Arrest me Officer (Cop kink)

Part 10 - Teach me, Professor (Professor/student kink)

Part 11 - Break your vows (DemonDean/Nun kink)

Part 12 - Bite me (Vampire Dean/bite kink)

Part 13 - Private lessons (Tutor Dean/home-schooling reader)

Part 14 -  Prison Break (Prisoner dean/nurse reader)

Part 15 - I’m Batman (Batman/Catwoman)

Part 16 -  Another one, please (Bartender kink)

Part 17 - Knot me baby (Alpha kink)

Part 18 - Miss Y/N to my office, please (secretary/boss kink)

Part 19  - Hunting you down (The Huntsman and Snow White kink) 

Part 20  - Roomservice, please (Room boy kink)

Part 21 - Where is the fire? (Firefighter kink)

Part 22 - Yes, Master (master/servant kink)

Part 23 - Every step you take (Stalker Dean kink)

Part 24 - My white knight (Knight Dean/princess kink)

Part 25 - Punish me father (Priest/nun kink)

Part 26 - Hush, hush (librarian kink)

Part 27 - Pimp my car (Mechanic kink)

Part 28 - I’m the boss (CEO Reader/Secretary Dean)

Part 29 - Feed my hunger (Cook Dean kink) - (Food play - request)

Part 30 - Obey, little girl (Dom/sub kink)

Part 31 - You don’t need clothes (Stripper kink)

Part 32 - Dr. Sexy at your service (Doctor kink)

Part 33 - I’m all yours soldier (Uniform/Marine kink)

Part 34 - Hiding the passion (cheating kink with age gap)

Part 35 - Hate can lead to passion (bitchy colleague kink/elevator sex)

Part 36 - My sexy bunny (playboy bunny kink)

Part 37 - You are under arrest (FBI/suit kink - the dream request ;))

Part 38 - My naughty nurse (Nurse/Patient kink)

Part 39 - Possessive is my middle name (possessive Dean)

Part 40 - Let me fix this (craftsman/bored housewife)

Part 41 - Delivery for you (pizza man/customer)

Part 42 - We’ll steal the world together (Gangster kink)    

Part 43 - Tramp on your street (Trucker!Dean/hitch-hiker reader)

Part 44 - Blow your mind (burlesque or erotic dancer kink)

Part 45 - Oriental Seduction (belly dancer kink)

Part 46 - Just relax (Masseuse kink)

Part 47 - Chasing waterfalls (public sex/sex in water kink)

Part 48 - Just feel (Blindfolded/blinded kink)  

Part 49 - Taxi driver (taxidriver/passenger)

Part 50 - Love our reflection (mirror kink)

Part 51 - Captured on film (porn star kink)

Epilogue - Reinforcement (DemonDean x Reader x DemonSam kink)

Everything Happens for a Reason - Chapter 1

AN: Hi! I’m new to posting fanfiction and imagines on tumblr! Here is my first tumblr imagine.

Summary: The reader and her friends attend school in Chicago. She never planned on meeting David Dobrik. If only her friend hadn’t matched with Ilya on tinder. Then she wouldn’t have to worry about the boy who wore all black and was obsessed with getting content for his vlogs.

Warnings: swearing, SMUT!!, drinking

Requested: Nope

Ch. 1

“I’m finally done with hell week!” my best friend and roommate screamed as she entered the apartment.

“Yay,” I said, unenthusiastically without looking up from my laptop.

“Wow, thank you so much for the support, Y/N,” she said rolling her eyes.

“Sorry,” I said, glancing up, “I have to send this email real quick.”

“Ugh,” she groaned, “Fine. But are we going out tonight?”

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satisfied - {Five x Reader AU}

Read Part 1 & Part 2 & Part 3 / Part 3.5 & Part 4

Warning: a rollercoaster from start to end

Word Count: 4,512

Note: Here it is. The final installment. I’m also impressed I’ve managed to pull off my own little goal which was to make each chapter longer as we go deeper and deeper into this relationship. It was fun to write, and I hope you stick with me for my next series

You’ve ignored four of his calls.

Well, technically, you’ve only ignored one, deleting the message from the answering machine after a short but brutal internal war. The other three times he’s tried to get in touch with you were on the typical ripped out notes taped to your mirror. Each one was plucked down, scanned for words you didn’t really expect to find (sorry, mistake, asshole), and then tossed into the waste bin.

You know that even as fucked up as your last encounter was, he deserves more–an explanation or at least a clean break–but you can’t bring yourself to give him either. And you hate that about yourself. You hate it because you know why you can’t do it, and the feeling that comes from this fact is worse than any of the ways Five’s ever made you feel.

So, you don’t call him. Instead, you work to erase the little traces of him you find in your apartment and in your thoughts until at last you’re faced with something you can’t just stick in the garbage: the man himself.

He’s standing at the foot of your bed, hands on his hips and brow knit together. The look stops you dead in your tracks as you enter the room.

“You’re avoiding me.”

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Lesson Learned - Awakening

Summary: All you wanted was a night out, a few drinks and fun with a hot guy. Dean has other plans…

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader, unnamed demons, Castiel, Sam Winchester

Warnings: angst, dirty talk, smut, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, dub-con, kidnapping, breeding kink, comforting, non-con cuddling (yes, that’s a warning kiddo’s!), scared reader, language, slight choking (non-sexual)

Sequel to: Lesson learned

Kinktober Special: Pregnancy Sex

Kinktober Specials

“Never go home with a stranger, Sweetheart. Lesson learned…I guess…”

These words echo through your mind while you stroke your four months baby bump. Watching Dean talking to another demon, giving the black-eyed bastard, as you call them, orders you feel tears well up your eyes once again.

Dean is treating you like a queen, protects you and is attentively in any way but he’s still a demon. 

You heard rumors. Rumors about his brother being a hunter and an angel. Both men seem to search for Dean and you silently pray to the man, the angel, the demons call Castiel.

Your captor smirks, giving you a wink as his eyes land on your swollen belly. He’s satisfied. You are the right girl, he chose wisely. Everyone wanted him to choose a demon possessing a vessel, but he knew you are the one carrying his heir.

Shushing the demon occupying his attention away Dean strides toward you. He’s already rock-hard again. Only the sight of your swollen belly and your growing breasts makes him growl loudly.

“Baby Girl, you look so delicious, could devour you day and night. How about we get comfortable again?” Dean whispers in your ear and you start to shiver.

You got no clue what he does to you but the moment Dean touches you your body is on fire and slick is pooling between your thighs.

“Dean…again?” You whisper.

Your captor doesn’t answer. He’s too busy to pick you up to carry you toward the cozy bedroom he prepared in hell for you and him. It’s the only room not looking as if it comes straight out of a nightmare.

“I want what’s mine. I want to feel my baby while I pound this tight pussy. Imagine a whole football team…” Dean groans and you need to tame your wildly beating heart.

“Football team?” Gasping you let Dean rip the dress covering your modesty apart. He’s eying you with darkened eyes, sinking to his knees to rest his ear against your swollen belly. “Yeah…want more. I can feel my son inside of you, such a strong boy. I wish you could feel him too…”

“I feel him, Dean. Every. Single. Day. I feel my baby…our baby.” You sniffle. “I’m afraid to raise him here, Dean. Can we not go somewhere else? Only you and me?”

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I’ve Got You: Ch. 8

Summary:  Slowly, the fact that he stopped allowing the AFM into his bar got around to folks who avoided them, and they trickled in to see if it was true. For the past three nights, he welcomed fresh faces, people who told him how grateful they were for his place, for his stance.

The Duck Tape turned into a getaway for folks who wanted somewhere to go, to enjoy and drink and dance, without worrying if they would be safe. He could keep them safe, like he’d been doing since he was young. It filled him with a renewed sense of purpose.

Reminder: The Keep Reading link directs you to AO3. I only post a blurb of this fic here as a test to see which way I like better. So, when it directs you there, it isn’t broken.

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Drumming his fingers gently against the bar top, Clyde looked around his sleepy bar and pondered how much different things were in such a short time.  The Duck Tape was stone quiet, not a single customer, and he vacillated between relief and concern.

On one hand, it was an ideal day.  Patsy Cline drifted out of the jukebox, the warm sun streamed in, and you puttered around his office, singing and dancing each time a song you liked came on. On the other hand, the boycott made him nervous, although it was going relatively well. 

Clyde realized he never knew much about his customers until the boycott started. Suddenly, people he knew all his life treated him differently, stopped coming around his bar, and avoided him on the street. He looked at them differently, too, not able to reconcile who he thought them to be with what they seemed to believe.

That he was an abomination. That you were.

He was concerned for his business, too.  For the first week, he lost customer after customer. When word got out that he was no longer serving the AFM or their believers, his normally steady bar emptied. It was the right thing to do, but Clyde didn’t know what he would do with himself without the bar.

Have faith, you told him when he voiced his concerns; and after that, as you said they would, things got better.  Slowly, the fact that he stopped allowing the AFM into his bar got around to folks who avoided them, and they trickled in to see if it was true. For the past three nights, he welcomed fresh faces, people who told him how grateful they were for his place, for his stance.

The Duck Tape turned into a getaway for folks who wanted somewhere to go, to enjoy and drink and dance, without worrying if they would be safe. He could keep them safe, like he’d been doing since he was young. It filled him with a renewed sense of purpose.

And so far, there had been no problems.  No skirmishes broke out, and no flaming bottles smashed the windows. But he brushed his knuckles along the handle of the shotgun tucked out of sight. He knew to the very steel toes of his boots that if the AFM came calling, they would be angry.

Your excited shout at the first few bars of The Highwaymen tickled his lips up into a smile and drew him away from his cleaning. Tossing his towel over one shoulder, he leaned into the doorjamb and watched as you bent over his desk. He asked you to mark your Red Mile routes so he would know where to look if something happened again. It was a simple thing, but he didn’t expect it to look so appealing. Watching you openly, he traced the line of your leg and the curve of your pretty hip with hungry eyes. Glancing back to the unlocked door, the vacant bar decided for him. 

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"Let Me Make You a Mommy"

SKZ Hyung Line x Reader

⤷ Smut | drabbles/hard thoughts

⤷ WC - 1.6k [total]

⤷ CW - Breeding kink, praise, teasing, overstimulation, anal sex, unprotected sex, power play, body worship

⤷ A/N: I started writing for one and then I just decided to do all of them... Maknae line will be posted next friday!♡

⋆｡‧˚ʚ Masterlist ɞ˚‧｡⋆

Chan

He’s buried deep inside you, slow and low, with his forehead pressed to your shoulder, groaning your name like a prayer that keeps getting answered.

You’re both so gone - sweat-slicked, sheets ruined, nails raked down his back. He’s been talking the whole time, voice dropping into that raw, ruined register that makes the filthiest things sound like gospel/

 So good, so tight, fuck, I missed this, made for me, you’re mine.

And then-

“Gonna make you a mommy.”

It slips out so fast he doesn’t even realize it at first. It’s not until your breath catches and your body freezes that he catches himself. And then he’s frozen with you, silently trying to find a pathetic cover up he knows won’t work. You pull back just enough to look at him, wide-eyed. 

“What…?”

Chan blinks. His mouth opens -then closes.

“I -uh…” A breath. “I didn’t… mean to say that.”

But you heard it. The way his voice cracked, the way his hips stuttered like the thought of it nearly made him come.

“You sure?” you ask, soft, curious. Not judging. Just listening. 

He groans, burying his face in your neck. “Don’t do this to me,” he mutters.

You laugh. “You did it to yourself.”

He’s still inside you. Still hard. Maybe harder after what he’s said. So you press your hips up just a little, clench around him, and ask, “You want to make me a mommy, Chan?”

“No,” he growls. Then again - less convincing, “Yes.” Then, quietly, “God, yes.”

He kisses you like he’s overflowing, confessing a deep dark fantasy. Maybe he is and it’s hot. The look in his eyes as he conjures up every single thought he’s ever had about breeding you full. 

“I think about it,” he admits. “When I’m alone. When I’m fucking you. When you smile at me in the kitchen like I wouldn’t drop to my knees for you.” His voice drops to a whisper. “I want you full. Round. Mine.”

You’re soaking now. And he feels it.

“You’re not letting this go, are you?” he murmurs.

You smile. “Not a chance.”

He growls again, grabs your wrists, pins them above your head.

“Then I guess I better make it worth it.”

And this time when he says it - “Let me make you a mommy” - he says it on purpose.

Minho

“You want it that bad?”

Minho’s voice is honey laced with venom, seeping into your spine as his hand pushes you down, face to the sheets.

He’s been working you open for what feels like hours, patience laced with punishment. Slick, stretched, and aching - but he still hasn’t fucked you where you need it most.

No - he took your other hole instead. Buried himself deep there, groaning like a sinner at the altar, while you writhed and begged beneath him.

“God,” he mutters, dragging out slowly, just to push back in with a ruthless roll of his hips, “this tight little ass’s already trying to milk me. But you want more, don’t you?”

You whimper, trembling, broken open and empty.

“Minho, please - please-”

He stills. Entire body locking up, voice turning cold and dark.

“Say it right.”

You blink, dazed. “W-what?”

His thumb brushes your lip from behind, a cruel mockery of softness. Then he thrusts just deep enough to make your eyes roll back.

“You want me to fill you up?” he asks, low and cruel. “You want my cock in your soaked little pussy? Want me to fuck you full and watch it take?”

You’re dizzy with it - with him - slick pooling between your thighs, untouched, throbbing. He knows it. You’ve been clenching around nothing all night.

“Say it,” he growls. “Say what you want.”

And then he drops it - just above a whisper, but it crashes through you like a bomb:

“Let me make you a mommy.”

You gasp - wrecked.

“Minho-”

“Say it,” he hisses. “Or I’ll finish right here. You’ll be dripping down your thighs, and you won’t get what you’re begging for.”

You're trembling. Desperate. You choke on it.

“P-please,” you whisper. “Make me a mommy.”

He groans - so loud it echoes in the room.

And in one breathless, brutal motion, he pulls out and thrusts deep into your soaked cunt, bottoming out so hard your body jolts. The stretch, the fullness, after so much denial. You scream his name like it’s a confession.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he moans, heady and deep like his pace - already punishing. He’s got one hand in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. “Should’ve said it sooner.”

You’re sobbing now - too much, too good - each thrust tearing you in half and stitching you back together.

“Gonna fill you up so deep,” he pants, losing control now, “gonna stuff you full like you’re meant to be - fuck, baby, I’ll give you everything -”

You can feel it coming - his orgasm, yours, both tangled into something molten and terrifying.

And as you fall apart beneath him, tears streaking your face, voice shaking, he leans in close, breath hot against your ear.

“You’re my baby” he whispers, so sweet it hurts. “All mine, full and leaking.”

Changbin

He holds you like you’re breakable - even though you’ve already begged him not to be gentle.

The sheets are a mess. Your thighs are sticky, trembling from your second orgasm. Changbin’s flushed and breathless above you, gaze flickering between your eyes and the place where your bodies meet, like he still can’t believe this is real.

“You okay?” he whispers, thumb brushing your cheek, sweat-damp curls sticking to his forehead.

You nod, breath hitching as his hips roll again, cock dragging against your soaked, swollen walls.

“Too good,” you manage, “Feels too good - Binnie, I can’t-”

“Yes, you can,” he says, leaning down to kiss your jaw, your throat, your collarbone. “You always take me so well.”

Then he slows, presses deep, and stays there, buried to the hilt, eyes locked on yours.

And in the quiet, he says it:

“Let me make you a mommy.”

You blink, stunned still.

His voice is soft. Barely a whisper. But it shakes.

“I want it,” he says, pressing his forehead to yours. “I want to see you round with me. Full of me. I think about it all the time.”

Your breath catches in your throat. He’s still inside you. Still hard. Still there - every inch of him trembling with want.

“I want you like this forever,” he murmurs, slowly moving again. “Messy and mine. I want to come so deep you feel me for days.”

You moan his name, hips rising to meet his.

“You’d be such a good mom,” he groans, thrusts picking up. “So beautiful. So fucking sexy.”

“Binnie-”

“Let me give it to you,” he gasps, panting into your neck. “Let me fill you ‘til there’s nothing left but me.”

You come again with a choked cry, clutching at him like he’s oxygen. He follows seconds later, voice breaking as he spills inside you - hips stuttering, arms locked tight around your waist like he’s anchoring himself to the idea of you, forever.

And when it’s over, when your bodies are tangled and quiet, he’s still there. Still holding you like a promise.

Still whispering, “I meant it.”

Hyunjin

Hyunjin touches you like art. Slow, careful, like you’re something sacred he’s not sure he’s worthy of touching.

His hands move like he’s sculpting you, thumbs pressing into the wet between your thighs like he’s shaping something that’s already his. His eyes are wide, lips parted, gaze so tender it makes your chest ache. Every breath is drawn out like he’s memorizing you all over again. 

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers, kissing your belly, your hip, the soft underside of your breast. “I want to give you everything.”

You press into him, breath hitching, and he just melts - forehead to your chest, hands gripping hard at your hips like he’s scared you’ll slip away. “Shit,” he whispers, voice shaking. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

He lines himself up, cock thick and heavy, dragging through your folds until you're gasping, aching.

“Breathe,” he tells you. “I’ve got you.” Then, he’s pushing inside - slow at first, like he’s afraid to break you. His mouth presses to your throat, his breath warm and shaking.

“Fuck - you feel like heaven,” he says, voice already cracking. “Every time.”

He starts slow, almost too slow - hips rolling like waves, each thrust deliberate. It builds heat low in your belly, that unbearable pressure that keeps you pinned under him. You’re nails skin into his shoulder harder with each time he sinks into you, making love. 

And then - something shifts.

You say his name, soft and wrecked. You beg him to go faster. You wrap your legs around his waist and meet his thrusts with your own, and that’s when the calm snaps.

“I want it,” he pants, his voice breaking against your skin. “I want to fill you up - want to feel you take all of me.”

Your hands claw at his back. He thrusts again, losing the rhythm, chasing something primal.

His grip tightens.

His pace turns brutal.

And his mouth finds your ear, breath hot and ragged.

“Let me make you a mommy,” he rasps, voice wrecked and raw and so, so honest. “Please - let me fuck it into you, let me give you everything - every fucking drop.”

You moan, breathless, trembling under him, and that’s all it takes.

He breaks.

“You want that, don’t you?” he pants, fucking you hard now, rhythm punishing. “Want me to fuck you so deep you don’t know where I end and you begin?”

Every thrust is frantic now - deep, bruising, like he’s trying to imprint himself inside you. His moans turn into whimpers, praise falling from his lips between curses.

“So good for me - fuck, you’re perfect - gonna look so pretty carrying my baby, fuck-”

When he finally comes, it’s with a shattered cry of your name, forehead pressed to yours, his whole body trembling as he pours everything into you like it’s a prayer. A promise

And you believe him.

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