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I write about almost anything, except incest, minors, cnc, those sort of stuff that are more torn towards being illegal, for the rest I accept any request, so don't be shy to ask baby
Hey, how r u? It's been so long since we talked last time. If you don't mind can I request rough sex with jaemin?ā¤ā¤
Baby you know I whenever I come here and write I instantly feel better, and to write about this man can only make me happier.
Na Jaemin +18 Not the soft kind
Warnings: Facial, deep throat, spanking, leash, degradation, cum swallow, very horny :D.
"Open your mouth" His voice is low and full of an uncontrollable desire. Your lips part slightly allowing his finger to go in. There's a controlled and toughtfull hint in his actions that contrasts with the need visible in his eyes. "I like this pretty mouth of yours" He mutters with a smirk.
A second finger caress your soft lips and enters easily in your mouth. This time his fingertips reach the back of your mouth, reaching your throat. You gag instantly, forcing his fingers to back down a little bit. "Open your throat" He orders although you're unsure of how exactly you're supposed to open your throat.
"I said open it" He repeats with a demanding voice tone. You muffle your words against his fingers, provocking an evil smirk to appear on his lips. "What was that?" Your eyes roll on their own. His reaction is to look away while a smirk creeps on his lips. His fingers get pulled out of your mouth.
"You can't roll your eyes at me" He clears out as if it was an unspoken rule that was somehow always present in between you two. "I did not.." You try to explain but he quickly interrupts you. "And you certainly cannot talk back to me" Your body frozes and you stay silent, unconciously allowing his dominant demeanor to grow.
Jaemin walks a few steps away from you and towards the bed, where he sits down. "Come here" He orders with a rather demanding tone. You raise your right leg to get up. "Don't get up" His loud and firm voice startles you. "Crawl" Although you try hard to find a glimpse of sarcasm in his eyes, all you find is a deep and growing need.
Your hands rerturn to the floor and you begin to crawl in his direction, stopping right at his feet. "Turn around" He demands. Your body follows his instructions before you can even process them. "Butt up"
Your half exposed butt rises in the air. Air that is hit by his hand once he spanks you. It is too sudden for you to even react to it, at least the first time. The second, which follows right away, makes your body tremble and move away from him. "Get back in position" He orders and you slowly obligue. A third hit comes, you try to control your body from moving as best as you can, but by the fifth time it becomes impossible to do so.
"What did you do wrong?" He asks grabbing your body to put it back in position. "Roll my eyes?" You ask unsure. Another spank hits you, snatching a scream from you. "What did you do wrong?" He repeats. "I rolled my eyes" You say loudly. "And?" He asks impatiently. "And..." You try to think about your actions but your mind is nothing but blurry after the hits. Another spank comes your way and this time you let out a loud cry. "And I talked back to you"
"Good girl" He says, now caressing your red and overused butt. "What do you say when you do something wrong?" He asks softly. "Sorry" you reply instantly. His hands get away from your body. "Face me and apologize properly" You follow his instructions and looking into his eyes say "I'm sorry about my attitude"
"That's a good girl" He says with a soft smile, cupping your cheek. "Now what were you saying before? Do you not know how to open your throat?" You shake your head at his question. "Do you want me to teach you?" You nod in response. "Then ask"
"Could you teach me how to open my throat please?" A big smile appears in his lips. "You learn quickly, I like that" His hand caress your cheek and grabs your chin to slightly lift it up. He enters one finger inside your mouth. "Open widely so I can see" You do as he says, pulling your tongue out.
"Okay now, as I go deeper, you need to say ahh without actually talking, just the action" When he reaches the back of your mouth you gesture the ah sound without speaking, it allows his finger to go deeper, reaching the back of your throat. "That's how you do it" He says pulling his fingers out of your mouth.
His hands reach for the leash laying on the bed, attatching it to your collar. Then he stands up and gets his pants off, revealing his grown erection. He lets the leash pass in between his legs. "Open" He simply orders. As soon as his tip touches your lips, he pulls from the leash, forcing his length inside of you.
"Open your throat" He comments when you gag. You do as he asks, allowing his tip to reach the deepest part of your troat. As much as you would like to have a few seconds to get used to the feeling, his rushed thrusts mixed with the pulling of the leash fill you with something that could only be sensed as need. Eventually he stays still, only moving the leash to guide your movements.
After a while also that goes away and you surprise yourself with the actual follow of the previous pace. His eyes are fixed on your face while you keep yours closed, to concentrate on the moves. "Look at me" He orders. You struggle at first to keep the pace and look up. "You look so slutty with my dick in your mouth" He groans.
You can feel the efects of his words on your pussy, making involuntary movements with your hips. "I see you're liking this" He comments putting his foot under your wetness. "You could clean my shoe, that's how fucking horny you are" He chuckles lightly. "Touch your pussy" The order makes you freeze, his dick deep in your mouth.
"What? You can't do both at the same time?" He asks and you shake your head. "Answer properly" You muffle a no against his length. "Okay then, touch your pussy, I'll fuck your throat" You shyly lay your hand over your wetness, slowly rubbing circles around your clit. His hands grab the leash tightly, now keeping a way more rushed pace against your mouth.
You've gotten used to keeping your throat opened and he gets it out every time you need to breathe, but his need and yours slowly sync up, forming a mess of moans and groans in the room. You cum first, moaning loudly against his length. His hands leave th leash and grab your hair, now fucking your whole head to satisfy his needs. He cums shortly after.
"Open your mouth and show me" He orders and you do so. "Now swallow" The taste is slightly bitter and highly addictive, and it warms your throat as it passes through. "Open up" You show him your empty mouth and he quickly fills it with his spit. His fingers enter your mouth to gather his spit and rub it all over your face.
Omg you never fail to impress me!! Ever since I've joined tumblr your fics were one of the fics that caught my attention. After that, I have fallen in live w/ your writingšš§”š§”
Hey, how r u? It's been so long since we talked last time. If you don't mind can I request rough sex with jaemin?ā¤ā¤
Baby you know I whenever I come here and write I instantly feel better, and to write about this man can only make me happier.
Na Jaemin +18 Not the soft kind
Warnings: Facial, deep throat, spanking, leash, degradation, cum swallow, very horny :D.
"Open your mouth" His voice is low and full of an uncontrollable desire. Your lips part slightly allowing his finger to go in. There's a controlled and toughtfull hint in his actions that contrasts with the need visible in his eyes. "I like this pretty mouth of yours" He mutters with a smirk.
A second finger caress your soft lips and enters easily in your mouth. This time his fingertips reach the back of your mouth, reaching your throat. You gag instantly, forcing his fingers to back down a little bit. "Open your throat" He orders although you're unsure of how exactly you're supposed to open your throat.
"I said open it" He repeats with a demanding voice tone. You muffle your words against his fingers, provocking an evil smirk to appear on his lips. "What was that?" Your eyes roll on their own. His reaction is to look away while a smirk creeps on his lips. His fingers get pulled out of your mouth.
"You can't roll your eyes at me" He clears out as if it was an unspoken rule that was somehow always present in between you two. "I did not.." You try to explain but he quickly interrupts you. "And you certainly cannot talk back to me" Your body frozes and you stay silent, unconciously allowing his dominant demeanor to grow.
Jaemin walks a few steps away from you and towards the bed, where he sits down. "Come here" He orders with a rather demanding tone. You raise your right leg to get up. "Don't get up" His loud and firm voice startles you. "Crawl" Although you try hard to find a glimpse of sarcasm in his eyes, all you find is a deep and growing need.
Your hands rerturn to the floor and you begin to crawl in his direction, stopping right at his feet. "Turn around" He demands. Your body follows his instructions before you can even process them. "Butt up"
Your half exposed butt rises in the air. Air that is hit by his hand once he spanks you. It is too sudden for you to even react to it, at least the first time. The second, which follows right away, makes your body tremble and move away from him. "Get back in position" He orders and you slowly obligue. A third hit comes, you try to control your body from moving as best as you can, but by the fifth time it becomes impossible to do so.
"What did you do wrong?" He asks grabbing your body to put it back in position. "Roll my eyes?" You ask unsure. Another spank hits you, snatching a scream from you. "What did you do wrong?" He repeats. "I rolled my eyes" You say loudly. "And?" He asks impatiently. "And..." You try to think about your actions but your mind is nothing but blurry after the hits. Another spank comes your way and this time you let out a loud cry. "And I talked back to you"
"Good girl" He says, now caressing your red and overused butt. "What do you say when you do something wrong?" He asks softly. "Sorry" you reply instantly. His hands get away from your body. "Face me and apologize properly" You follow his instructions and looking into his eyes say "I'm sorry about my attitude"
"That's a good girl" He says with a soft smile, cupping your cheek. "Now what were you saying before? Do you not know how to open your throat?" You shake your head at his question. "Do you want me to teach you?" You nod in response. "Then ask"
"Could you teach me how to open my throat please?" A big smile appears in his lips. "You learn quickly, I like that" His hand caress your cheek and grabs your chin to slightly lift it up. He enters one finger inside your mouth. "Open widely so I can see" You do as he says, pulling your tongue out.
"Okay now, as I go deeper, you need to say ahh without actually talking, just the action" When he reaches the back of your mouth you gesture the ah sound without speaking, it allows his finger to go deeper, reaching the back of your throat. "That's how you do it" He says pulling his fingers out of your mouth.
His hands reach for the leash laying on the bed, attatching it to your collar. Then he stands up and gets his pants off, revealing his grown erection. He lets the leash pass in between his legs. "Open" He simply orders. As soon as his tip touches your lips, he pulls from the leash, forcing his length inside of you.
"Open your throat" He comments when you gag. You do as he asks, allowing his tip to reach the deepest part of your troat. As much as you would like to have a few seconds to get used to the feeling, his rushed thrusts mixed with the pulling of the leash fill you with something that could only be sensed as need. Eventually he stays still, only moving the leash to guide your movements.
After a while also that goes away and you surprise yourself with the actual follow of the previous pace. His eyes are fixed on your face while you keep yours closed, to concentrate on the moves. "Look at me" He orders. You struggle at first to keep the pace and look up. "You look so slutty with my dick in your mouth" He groans.
You can feel the efects of his words on your pussy, making involuntary movements with your hips. "I see you're liking this" He comments putting his foot under your wetness. "You could clean my shoe, that's how fucking horny you are" He chuckles lightly. "Touch your pussy" The order makes you freeze, his dick deep in your mouth.
"What? You can't do both at the same time?" He asks and you shake your head. "Answer properly" You muffle a no against his length. "Okay then, touch your pussy, I'll fuck your throat" You shyly lay your hand over your wetness, slowly rubbing circles around your clit. His hands grab the leash tightly, now keeping a way more rushed pace against your mouth.
You've gotten used to keeping your throat opened and he gets it out every time you need to breathe, but his need and yours slowly sync up, forming a mess of moans and groans in the room. You cum first, moaning loudly against his length. His hands leave th leash and grab your hair, now fucking your whole head to satisfy his needs. He cums shortly after.
"Open your mouth and show me" He orders and you do so. "Now swallow" The taste is slightly bitter and highly addictive, and it warms your throat as it passes through. "Open up" You show him your empty mouth and he quickly fills it with his spit. His fingers enter your mouth to gather his spit and rub it all over your face.
I am Ahmed from the northern Gaza Strip. I hope you will listen to my sad story and spread it to the world. On 7/10/2023, a fierce war broke out in Gaza, a war that destroyed everything in my life and my family's. We were displaced, moving from place to place, with no means for sustaining life. I am deeply discouraged by this genocide, which destroyed everything, including my eco-friendly office and factory, my greatest achievements in Gaza. It took me a long time to build them, and it took years to establish this project. Now, everything is rubble from the occupation's bombardment, and I am now in Rafah.
Every day, I ask myself, how long will this genocide continue? I am afraid of losing my life.
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My mind has been busy with all the madness that involves our present.
It makes no sense to me how leaders of countries, who are supposedly prepared to manage millions of civillians, are not able to speak and talk with each other. How conversations have turned into bombings and how much empathy this "people" lack.
What is happening in Gaza is beyond cruel and it makes me wonder what the real objective is. Why would someone want so much land? Why would someone want so much power? Are they perhaps not aware of how precarious the current situation is? Do they know that the world they so wish to conquer is dying?
Perhaps they want to be the leaders of the world when it all ends. Perhaps they want to have power over dead land. Whatever it is, it's certainly beyond my understandment.
I want to scream out and fight and yet I'm silenced by the ones who hold the power. I live in a society that prefers to attend a luxurious red carpet rather than donating to those in need. I live in a society that allows the perpetrator to attend a festival that supposedly celebrates union.
How much longer will this madness go on for? How much longer can we be silenced?
jaehyun, best friends to lover, so much fluff, hugging, etc (based on my dreams) then one of them confessed. no angst just so much fluff and smut, corruption kink, size kink, choking, virgin reader, dom jaehyun
The soft melody of the song played in the background, filling the room with a quite distinctive mood. You had known Jaehyun for a long time now. He's been there for you in your darkest moments and you were convinced you were the only person besides his mother to ever see him cry. He had always protected you from the world, taking a rather brotherly attitude around you. You didn't mind it, even after being madly, and secretly, in love with him years ago.
His fingers were carressing your forearm, you both were laying on his bed looking at the ceiling as if it was a starry night full of secrets to unfold. He calls your name softly, to what you answer with a low hum. "Do you like the song?" He asks and yo suddenly remember how he'd been begging for you to listen to it but he had to actually play it in front of you for it to happen. "It's totally my style" You admit with a smile. He sits up and turns to look at you.
"See I told you. You never listen to me, but I am always right" You roll your eyes. "I wouldn't say always" You say in a sarcastic tone with a smirk. His brow raises at your bluntness. "Oh yeah?" His hands reach for your tummy and he starts tickling you. It is so sudden that you cannot avoid the loud laughter to come out of you.
"Stop" You say in between laughs. Your hands reach for his, making him fall over you when you pull them away from your belly. He stops himself from actually laying his whole body weight on you. His dark eyes stare deeply into yours and for the first time in years, you feel like your heart is beating just so that you can keep looking at him for longer.
He pauses, seemingly contemplating the deepest secrets of he world. Unable to speak a word nor move an inch. You open your mouth to say something but he's faster. "I love you" He whispers. All your thoughts get brushed away like dust on an old bookbeing blown away by a soft blow. You remain silent, trying to process the three simple words that repeat themselves in your head. He loves you. He loves me. You think.
His eyes look desperately for a sign of a share feeling inside your heart. He starts moving away from you. "I'm sorry... I" He starts explaining while sitting on the edge of the bed. You stay in your position, wondering how much longer would it take for you to fing the strength in your voice and say something. "I don't want things to change. I love you... as a friend." He keeps explaining himself in a monologue that seems to be a complete strange piece to the one you're living.
"Me too" You finally whisper. The sound is so subtle that Jaehyun keeps on going with his endless speech of how his love can be shaped into a strange form of friendship. "I love you too" You say now loudly. His words stop suddenly, he looks at you with suspicion. "If you're saying this to make me feel better..." He starts again and you let out a loud sigh. "I love you from the moment I laid my eyes on you. Ever since you held my hand for the first time I have imagined you holding it while we walk outside a church after getting married. I want you to hold my hand until life floads away from one of us. I love you"
Softly tears start dripping down your eyes. His hands cup your cheek wiping the tears of with his thumbs. There's a silent that makes you feel uneasy. Had you gone too far? "All I ever wanted" He whispers. "All I ever tried was to fulfill every single one of your desires, and for a while I was lost. I didn't know what you truly wanted. But now that I know.... Now that you've told me" He pauses for a second.
The tension stops your heart and time seems to be paralysed as well. His right hand moves from your cheek to your hand. "I'll never let go of your hand" He whispers with a smile. His hand feels gigantic holding yours. You knew, of course, he was taller than you but it had never crossed your mind how big his hands were as well. You stare at it, lifting your hand slowly.
"Are you comparing your hand with mine?" He asks with a cute chuckle. "How come it is so big?" You ask giggling. "Well, because I am big" He replies with a isn't it obvious kind of tone. "Not that big. You are deformed" You say jockingly. "Deformed?" He asks with a lifted brow. You look at him with a smirk on your face, he smiles as well as if he knew exactly what you were going to say.
"Remember what I taught you quasimodo. You are deformed" You say imitating the movie's line. "I am deformed" He replies with a loud laugh. You laugh with him and after a few seconds the silence returns. He looks into your eyes with a rather serious expression. His left hand lifts your chin slightly. It takes him a low squat to reach your lips. When he does, you close your eyes. His lips are soft and gentle guiding you into a slow dance. You lay your hands on the back of his neck.
There's a moment when you swear you're completely unable to breathe, and your heart completely stops. In all this years you had never imagined you'd get to experience a moment like this with him. His lips part from yours, forehead laid over yours. His breaths are heavy and messy. Horror suddenly washes over you when you realize he's needy. "Jaehyun I'm..." You try to explain your lack of experience but he interrupts you. "I know" He grunts.
He stays silent for a moment, only staring into your eyes. "You don't have to" He says and you instantly respond "I want to" He takes a deep breath trying to calm himself down. "I'll be gentle" He whispers but you shake your head. "We both know that's not what you like" As scary as it was for you, Jaehyun was really open about his sexual practices and they were far from gentle.
"It's your first time. I want you to enjoy it" He mutters. You look into his eyes and reply. "I want you to enjoy it too" He chuckles lightly. "I'm not saying we'll do a hardcore session or whatever it's called, but we can try some of the things you like. I might enjoy them as well" you reassure him with a gentle smile. He nods in agreement. "You will have a safe word though"
"I'll just ask you to stop if I need to" He shakes his head while his fingers fix your hair. "You can't use stop as a safe word" His statement confuses you. "Why?" You ask genuenly curious. "Because you'll say stop without really meaning it. It happens all the time" Your eyes stare into his confused. "Just use red" You nod without further questioning, since he's the experienced one.
He grabs your hand tightly guiding you towards his cabinet. He opens up the second drawer and a whole display of whips, gags and all sorts of torture devices overwhelms you instantly. He notices pretty quickly and closes it. His hand reaches for the handle of the third drawer and opens it.
This time the devices are more subtle. You identify most of them from conversations exchanged with him in the past. Some plugs and toys that you were told worked wonders on other ladies. "I..." You start to say, still unsure of what you're getting into. "There is no need truly" He assures you with a soft mutter. "I'll take these" You say grabbing a couple of chained clamps.
He lets out a chuckle. "You don't know what those are for" He says grabbing them from your hands. "Then teach me" You answer stopping his hands fro putting them away. His eyes fix on yours considering whether it is a good decision or not. "Teach me" You repeat.
He takes a clamp on each hand. He opens the right one and puts it on your fingertip. It is not as tight of a grip you imagined. It's rather soft and gentle. He drags his hand along the chain, softly pulling from it. The pressure applied by the device shifts along your finger as it moves until it is pulled all the way off your finger. His eyes don't leave yours at all.
"Did it hurt?" He asks softly, you shake your head in response. "Do you remember your safe word?" He asks while pulling down the sleeve of your dress. "Red" You whisper, suddenly lacking a great deal of air. When the fabric folds over, carressing your naked nipple you gasp. His hand goes back to the clamp, repeating his actions, only this time it grips your nipple instead of your finger.
The sensitivity is clearly shiften. Now you can feel every nerve of the area reacting to the pressure. Although there's some initial pain, slight though, it quickly gets overpowered by pleasure. You bite your lips when his hand starts pulling from the chain. This time you moan when he finishes. He stays quiet, almost too proud to admit he was wrong by supposing you were not ready.
His hand completely removes the dress from you, exposing you almost entirely. This time he does not hesitate to put both of the clamps on your nipples. "Let's test your endurance" He mutters to himself "What?" You ask as he walks away from you and back to the bed. He taps his lap, signing you to join him.
You climb onto the bed and look at him, intrigued. "Why did you open the second drawer first?" You ask genuenly curious. "I should have started from the bottom" He admits with a smile. "What's on the last one?"
"Just condoms" He replies while carressing your hair. "And what's on the first one?" You ask with a hint of horror. "You're not ready for that one" He says with a straight voice. "I want to know..."
"Curiosity killed the cat you know?" He asks raising a brow. "You'll know, when you're ready" He assures right after. "I'm more capable than you think" You reply and in response he pulls from the chain, taking the clamps off in a quick and sudden move. You let out a high-pitched scream. He stays still, waiting to see your reaction.
You grab his hands and guide him towards your body again, but he drops the clamps, limiting himself to carressing your soft skin. He lifts you and drops you right beside him just to climb over you right after. He starts tracing down your belly with his tongue. His arms spread your leg before he reaches your underwear.
His tongue wets the fabric by drawing circles over your clit. You look at him, deeply wishing the fabric would simply dissapear and, just as if he could read your mind, he rips the underwear off with his hand. He moves his tongue skillfully, passing over every inch of your wetness. There's a moment you feel your high growing inside of you, but he stops right before you could reach it.
He removes his clothes in what seems like a glimpse. It happens really quick, his length getting inside of you, the pleasure building up, his breaths carressing you like a soft wind blow. There's a feeling that takes over you, that forces you to move his hand towards your neck. He looks at you before applying pressure. It is a mix of completely new feelings, there's some sort of fear that disguises itself with lust and deep down there's a need. A need that grows stronger with every thrust until you finally let go, shaking under his figure.
Can you do a reaction *them reacting to their idol gf being called goddess or top visual in a variety show(together in a variety show) and male and female idols are whipped for her
It's been a long time since I did a reaction so here we go:
Taeyong š¹ : He'd definetely smile. Maybe try to hide it. He'd be proud of being the boyfriend of such a beatiful girl. He wouldn't brag about it though, since he'd be cautious of creating a scandal. "What do you think Taeyong?" "Oh she's a good visual"
Taeil š : He'd be pissed. It would probably be one of those moments when they get asked why they are so serious and they make up the silliest answer. "Oh sorry I wasn't really listening" *insert an edit of the crows and the . . .*
Johnny š± : This boy will brag. "Have you heard about Y/N? Oh yeah we're dating" Does not care for scandals, although in the show he'd just keep a straight face to not embarrass you.
Yuta š : Would stay silent and once you're both alone will congratulate you. He's really happy that everyone sees how beautiful you are. "You will always be the most beautiful woman in the world. No matter what"
Kun š» : This time YOU will brag. You'd be all day talking about how everyone thinks you're so beautiful that'd make him roll his eyes at you. "You heard right? I'm a true visual" "Yeah I heard"
Doyoung š° : He'd laugh and when asked about it hed probably say. "It was just unexpected to me" to hide his feelings for you.
Ten š± : "What do you think Ten?" He'd laugh and say "She's pretty but not my type" Simply to tease you and enjoy your reaction afterwards.
Jaehyun š : He'd get serious about it and remain silent during the interview. Afterwards he'd remind you that he's your boyfriend. "You are mine" He'd whisper before kissing you.
Winwin š„ : He'd start chuckling softly. He'd only brag around you. "I'm with the prettiest idol of the ton" Lots of kisses.
Jungwoo š¶ : He's mad because he's really protective of you and wants you to remain safe. Being liked by many means sasaengs and trouble in his mind. "I'll keep you safe"
Mark š : Caught staring at you while they were announcing it. "Do you have something to say Mark?" He'd look like he's been caught during a crime. "Oh no I was just thinking" There would be edits, rumours and questions about your relationship with him.
Xiaojun š¦ : Pretends he hasn't heard properly. "Do you think she's pretty too Xiaojun?" He'd look shocked at the interviewer. "Soryy What was the question?" It would cause laughs and avoid further questioning.
Hendery š“ : Would laugh when ask about it. "Well I can relate to her because I'm obviously the visual of my group" The comment would make lift up the tension in the show.
Renjun š¦ : WILL pull up the I'm foreigner card. "I don't understand what you are saying" He's lowkey proud of you but will never admit it.
Jeno š¶ : Side-eyeing you for the whole thing. Will drown you in kisses once you get home. "You are the prettiest girl. Everyone knows it now"
Haechan š» : Would make a whole joke about it. "What?" thought I was the prettiest idol. This cannot be true. Who voted for this?" It'd make everyone laugh including you.
Jaemin š° : Would be very chill about it. He already expected everyone to see exactly when he saw on you the first time he laid eyes on you. "I think she deserves it"
YangYang š : Would be surprised by a question of the interviewers. "You two make a good couple. Two true visuals" He'd chuckle nervously. "Yeah..." He'd try to remain calm to not make it obvious.
Chenle š¬ : He'd try not to react to not get asked about it. Would congratulate you backstage and he'd get you flowers the next day. "The prettiest idol deserves the prettiest flowers"
Jisung š¹ : "Which one of the top visuals would you date Jisung?" The question would throw him off but he'd quickly answer "With the beautiful NCTzens of course" He'd wink at you smoothly.
Hii! Its knighty here! Can i request something? Just a small imagine with doyoung where they're having a playful argument but it turns into smut and cany/nchokehimitsokayifyoudont
Rough but fluffš
Love you, cutie!
I have been dying to give some powerplay to y'all.
Kim Doyoung: I'll make you listen +18
Warnings: Breath play, degradation, cum control and discipline.
"What the hell are u doing here?" Doyoung says with a deep voice, his brow raised, reflecting his confusion towards your actions. "I thought you were mad at me" His eyes fix on yours, staring into you deeply. "I am mad" you reply, with an agitated tone, not looking into his eyes at all.
"Then what are you doing here?" He ask, now tilting his head to the side a little, looking at you curiously, his voice had an edge to it, as if he was ready to argue with you.
"I forgot..." You start explaining but stop mid sentence, the truth is you came back because you couldn't bear the pain of leaving things like this. "This is my house too you know?" You simply state. "I do not need to explain what I am doing at my house"
He rolls his eyes at your explanation, not bothering to argue with you as he simply walks past you to find something to drink. "Whatever" He mutters, clearly annoyed by your presence.
"Don't whatever me" You reply annoyed. "After what you did you have no right to do so" He slams the fridge's door closed. "Just shut up" He snaps, he doesn't even bother looking at you.
"What the fuck has happened to us?" You ask, with a hint of dissapointment. "This is not who we are" He pauses, the question surprising him a little, and he sighs. He leans against the fridge, not facing you, looking at the ground now. "...Yeah.." He agrees eventually.
"Look I understand, people express themselves in different ways and I understand that love is a big word and that you don't say it to almost anyone. I do understand that you don't reply my every I love you with an I love you too. I... Understand. But it feels like you hate me" Tears start coming from your eyes. "We've been dating for a year and your reply has always been a kiss or a hug and... I can understand that but today... why did you say okay and ignored me like I asked you to do the groceries?"
The anger he felt before immediately vanished, and he just sighs, before closing his eyes, and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You misunderstood everything..." He says calmly, walking closer to you, eyes now fixed on you.
"Then explain it to me" I shout at him. "Talk to me" His hand punches the wall behind you, trapping you between his body and the cold concrete. "I feel like you deserve better than me" He whispers. "Then be better" Your words are shaky and light, precaucious even.
"Do you love me?" You whisper while your eyes fall from his to his lips, as if you didn't really care about the answer. His lips trap yours in a messy kiss that you manage to pull away from. "Do you love me?" You raise your voice slightly, keeping his body apart from yours.
"I lo..." He mutters. "I love your morning kisses. I love holding your hand, feeling like I'm safe and protected, I love to see you smile..." You sigh, looking to the floor, too dissapointed to face him. "So you don't love me"
His hand lifts your face, forcing you to look at him. "No" He whispers. "I adore you" His words surprise you, making you freeze for a moment. "I... adore" He starts whispering again but you shut him with your lips.
The kiss starts being sweet, but soonly gets replaced with a lustful flavour. He lays his body weight on you, grinding against your body that hits the wall roughly. His hand playfully caress your thigh, moving the fabric of your skirt out of the way.
Your mind is full of unanswered questions, but his hands motions don't let you think clearly. You push his body away from yours. "Why didn't you..." Your heavy breaths force you to stop talking. All your eyes can look at are his lips. "Why didn't you say it earlier" You manage to let out.
He walks back towards you. His hand lays on your cheek, pulling your face closer. "I was afraid" He whispers. "That I would lose you" You look deeply into him, understanding how his past could have conditioned his actions.
"You won't lose me" You reassure him with a whisper. His hands move towards your neck, slowly applying pressure onto it. You gasp desperate for air, while his lips trap yours again. His free hand moves slowly up your legs, caressing the soft skin of your inner thigh.
A goosebump drives through your skin taking a soft moan out of your lips. The sound gets suckd by his mouth. He grunts as well, his grip on your leg gets tighter, pulling you closer to his body. You feel his bulge against your belly. The feeling makes you thrust your body closer to his.
He pulls out of the kiss, breathless. His eyes fix on yours, while he rests his forehead on yours. His hand moves from your neck to the back of your head. An evil grin grows on his lips and a small chuckle follows. After he recovers his breath, he positions both of his hands on the back of your thighs. He grunts while he lifts you in the air.
Your legs surround his neck, in an attempt to get more stability than what his arms can offer you. He passes his tongue over the light fabric of your underwear, burying his head beneath your skirt. You start moaning almost instantly, the feeling you had uncounciously been craving for the whole morning suddenly invades you in an uncontrollable wave of pleasure. He starts walking towards the bedroom, which forces you to bend to prevent your head to hit the doorframe.
Once in the bedroom, he throws your body on the bed, takes your panties off and keep eating you out. He teases your high, changing his pace everytime your moans get too loud. After a while he lifts his head, looking at your heavily blushed face with a smirk. His fingers keep on doing circles over your clit, while he climbs over you and kisses you passionately.
You trap his face with your hands, making sure he doesn't get away this time. His fingers enter you now, causing a series of loud moans to leave your lips following a messy rythm. You manage to somehow get on top of him by turning around. He looks surprised by your sudden actions, although not entirely mad at it.
He pulls his fingers off you. When his hand moves closer to your face you lick his fingers clean, tasting the flavour of your horniness. With his fingers still on your mouth, you start to undoing his belt and pulling his pants and underwear off. Your hand guides his erection inside of you.
You start riding him, keeping your hands on his chest for support. Your eyes don't look away from his face for a second, since you want to enjoy the view of his enjoyment. Something about his blush, his messy breaths and the low moans he lets out makes you feel somewhat empowered. Without thinking too much, your hand gets dragged up his chest. When it reaches his neck you apply the slightest pressure to it.
His expression shifts instantly. He moves so that he's on top of you again. "What are you doing?" He grunts with a slight grin. You're shocked at the speed of his reaction. "I just..." You try to explain yourself. He's still inside of you, but he's not moving an inch. "Do I need to discipline you?" He asks with a raised brow.
"W-what?" You ask while blush invades your cheeks at the thought of him being mad over such a silly thing. "I said" He starts, putting his hand on your sides to support himself. "Do" He roughly thrusts you. "I" He thrusts you again. "Need" Again. "To" Again. "Discipline" This time it goes all the way in, making his tip reach your cervix. "You" The last one is rougher, somehow.
You remain silent, shocked by how much this whole situation is turning you on. "I see I really need to" He whispers, before starting again. His thrusts are wild, really rough, deep and fast. It makes you lose control easily, turning into a horny mess.
"Why are you being so loud now?" He asks with a hint of degradation. "Are you close?" His question makes you realize you're actually on edge, so you nod. He stops so suddenly that it makes you gasp. His hand grabs your face and he gets closer. "If you can moan, you can talk" He whispers against your lips. A wave of heat runs through your body. "Are you close?" He asks slowly.
"Yes" you whisper, making him chuckle. His hand fixes your hair with a softness that makes a huge contrast with his previous actions. "Why are you so quiet now? Are you embarrassed?" He asks with a smile. "A little bit" You whisper with a soft smile. "Do you want me to stop then?" He asks with a smirk.
"No" Your voice suddenly raises. When you hear yourself you get embarrassed again. Being aware of how desperate you were was a first for you. "Oh no, but you are embarrassed I should stop" He says pulling away from you slowly. It drives you crazy how obvious it is that he's enjoying this just by looking at his grin. "No. Please" You say pulling his body closer, though his strength makes you fail at it.
"I don't know you don't seem convinced..." You roll your eyes, which seem to motivate him further. "Oh now your rolling your eyes at me?" He asks raising his brow. "Doyoung. Please" You say softly. "Please what?" He asks "What do you want?"
You breathe trying to get some patience back. "I want you to move" His grin grows. "Out of the way?" He teases. "No. I want to cum" You shout. By the look on his face, he seems satisfied. "That's a shame" He whispers. "I don't think you deserve it" You look at him with a desperate look, trying to guess if he's serious about it.
He thrusts slowly, trapping your face in between his hands. "You cannot cum" He whispers. "Understood?" You nod, just relieved that he's moving again. "Not until I do" His thrusts start getting rougher by every passing second. The speed makes you lose control of your moans easily.
His hand traps your neck, applying pressure to it. "Control yourself" He whispers. You start breathing slowly trying to prevent your high from taking over. His grunts hint that he must be close as well, so you keep on preventing your climax by controlling your breaths. When you feel the hot cum painting your walls you let go, although the fact that he inmediately pulls out of you stops it from happening.
You look at him, probably looking like an abandoned puppy. He doesn't seem bothered at all by it. His fingers go inside of you, but they don't move much, just enough to collect his cum. "Open your mouth" He orders and you obey, letting his fingers enter easily. The dripping fluid washes over your tongue.
"How do I taste?" He asks, caressing your inner thigh with his other hand. "So good" You say in a desperate tone that is completely new to you. His hand moves from your mouth to your thigh. Both of his hands open your legs while he licks you slowly. "How do I taste?" You ask back, trying to regain some power.
"Desperate" He groans before licking again. "Are you gonna cum on my mouth?" He asks teasingly. "If you're good enough..." You say trying to keep your cool although it's quite hard in your position. His lips trap your clit, sucking it in. A loud moan escapes your lips. "It doesn't seem hard at all" He comments and before you can answer he does it again. His tongue moves in circles over your clit and your high seems closer by every move he does.
When he sucks your clit tighter it makes you crumble. Your legs start shaking under his hands, your back arches and your breaths get messy. His tongue moves along your folds tasting every single drop of your desperation.
Hey idk what category of your request this would fall in but can you describe in maybe a drabble or headcannon of the dynamic of Ten x Haechan x Reader would be like? I donāt see anyone write for something of them together and I saw you did Haechan x Yangyang x Reader. So I was curious of what Ten x Haechan x Reader what be like since theyāre both actually my biases!!!
Got you girl!! (I'm gonna be doing short blurbs with your suggestions while I finish the advent calendar finale)
Ten and Haechan +18 Babygirl treatment.
Warnings: Scratching
His fingertips caress your skin so softly that it makes you shake slightly. A warm feeling takes over your insides, forcing a gasp out of your lips. Haechan's lips close yours right away. His tongue explores your mouth hungrily, full of desire.
The soft feeling on your stomach suddenly turns into something much darker. You feel his nails digging into your skin, slowly lifting it up. Marks appear, revealing the trace he followed. A groan gets muffled inside hyuck's mouth. His hand holds your jaw, making sure you don't pull away.
"You have beautiful skin" Ten says with a wide and evil grin on his face. His fingers get off your skin, fastly replaced by the warm feeling of his tongue, running along the scratches. This time you breathe deeply, as Hyuck's lips part from yours. A soft moan echoes in the room. You look down at Ten, to try and guess his next move, wanting to be prepared this time.
Haechan's hand stops you right away, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. "You look at me" He whispers with a low voice. "Only at me" Your eyes get lost in his, trying to process his sudden burst of jelausy. A smile plays along his lips when a new moan escapes yours.
Ten's tongue reaches your chest, moving upwards towards your collarbone. His fingers lay on your thighs, their soft and delicate touch advancing the pain that will follow. When his nails sink on your skin, this time deeper, you groan out of pain. Though your sorrows seem irrelevant to him, since he starts moving his fingers, slowly breaking through your skin.
The skin that has been scratch feels sore and sensitive, while the bits that are yet to be touched remain expectant of the burning sensation that awaits it. A single tear drips down your eye getting instantly wiped away by Hyuck's thumb. A moment passes before Ten's nails leave your thighs alone, soonly replaces by the softness of his tongue.
Hyuck climbs on top of you, sitting on your stomach, completely blocking the view of Ten's action. His eyes examine your expression so deeply that it makes you feel almost fragile and exposed. Ten's tongue reaches your underwear, sliding under it calmly.
He teases you, moving it around your folds before trapping your clit inside his mouth. Your back curves as he does, although Hyuck tries hard to pin you to the bed. His hands on your wrists, his weight over you and his lips trapping yours in a messy kiss.
Ten stops for a second, while his fingers pull your underwear off, leaving scratches along your hips as he does. "She's ready" He mutters while his nails scratch your feet, finally getting the piece of frabric off you.
Haechan flips you over on command, pulling off the kiss just to admire your face. He guides his naked length inside of you, observing your reaction while he grunts out of pleasure. His hands trap your hips, guiding your moves up and down his length. He stops briefly, letting Ten get into position. Your walls expand with his entrance, slowly getting used to the new feeling.
They both pick different paces. Hyuck's smooth and gentle, while Ten's messy and rough. A glorious harmony of different toned moans fills the room with desire that burst inside of you.
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His half gone cigarrette drops ashes onto the floor. His gaze fully focused on yours. You gulp your own spit, shaken by the power he holds over you. His hand moves, pulling from the leash attatched to your collar. You move in his direction instinctively. "Come here" His low voice sends shivers across your spine, making you shake slightly, but paralyze completely.
"Don't make me repeat myself" He warns you, letting a cloud of smoke out of his mouth. You finally react and walk towards him, stopping right in front of him. Your eyes now fix on the floor since you find yourself unable to hold his intimidating gaze. "Look at me" He orders, though you cannot get your eyes off the floor. His hand lifts your chin, forcing you to look up. "I said look at me" He repeats with a low demanding tone.
Your heart skips a beat when you look deeply into his eyes. His hand moves from your chin towards your wrist. He guides your hand until it's right over his clothed length. It's obvious he's erect, even desperate. "You see what you did to me?" He asks, not looking away from your eyes. You nod, glaring at his bulge.
He chuckles taking another puff of the cigarette. "Don't look at it, look at me" Your eyes go back to his. "Are you mute today?" He asks with a hint of sarcasm. "N-no sir" you struggle to whisper. He lays his head back with a long sigh. "Stuttering?" He asks before taking another drag of the cigar. "Do I make you nervous?" He asks, lifting you chin up again, to make sure you don't break eye contact. "Yes sir" You reply softly.
He nods, putting out the cigar. "Bend over" He orders signing you to get over his lap, while he remains seated. You lay your chest over his thighs, exposing your butt to him. "You do understand you can't simply turn me on while I'm working don't you?" He asks, carressing your butt softly. "Yes sir" You reply instantly. "Then why did you send those photos?" He asks.
Your whole face turns red when you remember taking the photos on the apartment just to turn him on during work. As much as you enjoyed being obedient in bed, you could never deny yourself the pleasure of behaving like a brat once or twice. "I missed you sir" You reply with a smirk that can be heard by the way you speak. "You better not be smiling" He warns you, eventhough he knows you definetely are.
"I'm sorry sir" You reply keeping a more serious tone now. "What for?" He asks, his hands still caress the soft skin of your half naked butt. "For turning you on while you were on work sir" The silence makes you continue, as you understand he's not quite satisfied. "And for smiling about it"
His hand leaves your skin for a split second, then returns in the shape of a harsh spank. You let out a small moan completely taken by the unexpected hashness of his hand. He caresses the sore skin, making you have goosebumps all over your body. "You didn't sound convinced" He explains. "Say it again" You can feel a grin forming on his face although you're completely unable to see it.
"I'm sorry sir" You say and he spanks you again, this time on your other cheek. The sore feeling expands all over your butt making your legs shake, though his fingertips passing over your skin soothes you in an unexpected way. "Louder" He orders this time. "I'm sorry" You say louder.
Another spank follows. "You forgot to say sir" He points out. This time his hand passes over your underwear, noticing the wet spot left over the fabric. "You are doing it on purpose aren't you?" He asks, passing his hand over your covered cunt. "No sir" You reply althouh you cannot deny you are enjoying it.
He sighs before speaking. "You are a lost cause" He states, taking his hands off your body. A small moan escapes your lips as a protest. He looks down on you and lifts your head, making you fall on your knees. "Try to satisfy me. I think that may be the only use of you" He says, and you quickly undo his belt and pants, to expose his length. You lean over but his hand stops you right away. "You're not allowed to use your mouth" He says.
You look at him with puppy eyes, but his expression doesn't soften. You move your hand over to his length and start stroking it slowly. "Oh you have one minute" He says with a calmed tone. "Or you'll get punished" This time you can see his grin as clear as day.
You focuse on his dick, strocking it hardly, fastly, then changing the pace, teasing him to get him to his edge, but he seems unbothered as if you weren't touching him at all. After a while he yawns and grabs your wrists forcing you to stop. "You lost" He says with an evil smirk. His hand gestures you to go back on his lap and you obligue, now with a harmed pride.
His fingers play over your sore skin. "Now the question is... what are you good at?" He asks with a satisfied tone, as if he had planned this through. "I can please you sir" You reply trying to regain your pride. "You couldn't tho" He spanks you harder than before, making you back curve. You stay like that for a few seconds trying to recover. "Back to your position" He orders and you finally lay back again.
"I can suck you sir" You say now with a shaken voice. He nods. "You could" He starts saying, with a deep voice. "But you gotta earn it" He whispers finally. "How can I earn it sir?" You ask softly and he stays in silent, thinking about it, while his fingers caress your sore skin.
"Eleven more spanks" He demands. Your body shakes at the thought of how painful they would feel with your skinbeing so sensitive now. You nod slowly, giving him your consent. "Count them" He orders, lifting his hand from your skin. The noise of your skin being hit makes you flinch but you manage to say "One"
"Louder next time" He simply orders before spanking you again. "Two" You shout. He continues to spank you and you manage to keep counting loudly. Each one harder than the previous one. "Nine" You cry out, your legs shaking uncontrolably. He pauses, caressing your whole spine to help you calm down. Once you stop shaking he hits you, softer this time, taking into consideration how red your skin looks. "Ten" You say taking deep breaths. This time he gives you no break, hitting you harshly right after the last one. "Eleven" You whisper, slowly recovering from the hit.
He lifts you up, sitting you down on his lap. His fingers play with your hair softly while he whispers in your ear. "You earned it" You smile proudly, tears dripping down your cheeks while your skin gets used to the softness of his leg after the abuse. He places kisses on your neck, calming you down slowly. When he stops you look into his eyes and a smile appears on your lips. You kiss him softly yet deeply tasting the smoke of the cigar.
After a couple of seconds you pull away and get on your knees. His length had grown with the spanking session, making it hard to fit in your mouth. You start with the tip, leaving your hand on the base to help you. As you go down you start suckin it in, forcing a groan out of him. You keep going deeper, reassured by his long breaths and gasps. His hands start grabbing your hair on a ponytail and guiding your moves up and down his dick.
After a few seconds his whole length enters you, gagging you briefly. He lets go of your hair and you pull away to regain your breath. You look at him, keeping your hands moving on his dick. He sighs and lifts you off the ground, dropping you on the bed. He lays on top of you while his lips trap you in a heated kiss. His hands rip your underwear and start spreading your wetness over your folds, making circles over your clit.
"You're so damn wet" He mutters against your lips before inserting two fingers inside of you. You keep moving your hands over his length. He suddenly stops touching you and looks deeply into your eyes. "What do you want?" He asks, ready to fulfill your desires. "I want you" You whisper.
He reaches for a condom from his sidebed table, but you stop him. "Only you" You whisper, making his grin grow. "Are you sure?" He asks caressing your face. You nod with a smile.
He enters you abruptly, making you moan out of pleasure. He keeps his arms on the sides of your face while he thrusts into you, deeper each time. You're filled with nothing but anticipation and desire. His mouth descends down your neck, taking your nipples inside his mouth, sucking on them and slightly bbiting them. After a short while you can feel his cum filling your insides.
He tries to pull off but you stop him. "I want it to stay inside" You whisper, blushing profusely. He nods, staying like that but moving his fingers down to your clit, determined to make you cum over and over again.
Hii, I wanted to inform you all that I'll be testing a new format with the advent calendar fics, so if you leave a comment, I'll reply portraying the characters of the fic. If you want someone specific to answer you write his name, if you don't I'll choose for you. Have a nice day and comment if you want to test this. If you prefer to test it anonimously you can leave it on my inbox. <3
This is gonna be a serie, there would be multiple idols throught the story. It's a first person fic and the main character is an OC. This is a project that means a lot to me since I'm a big fan of the hunger games myself, please be kind and enjoy <3
WARNINGS: There are obviously mentions of blood, kills, and death. For it to be easier for you to read, if you're sensible to tis topics DO NOT READ THE RED PARTS.
Chapter One: The Reaping
I wake up with a loud mooing sound, my eyebrows frown trying hard to keep my eyes shut, to sleep further. I blink repeatedly until my eyes get used to the bright light that enters inside the barn. I feel the soft touch of the cowās fur against my skin, itās like a soft pillow, one of those that only exists in the Capitol. āDid you sleep well Lola?ā Sheās a slow light brown and white cow, with pink ears and nose, and big eyelashes. She answers with another moo, I chuckle. āYouāre the cutest one you know?ā I tell her while I pat her head.Ā
āTaura!ā I hear Antonio yelling my name in the distance. āAre you awake yet?ā He asks from the barnās door. āIām awake old manā I shout back with a smile. He opens the door and looks at me, laying on the floor, hair probably still messy and full of straw. Still patting Lolaās head instead of getting ready for work. āWe have a lot to do today. The Capitol needs a lot of meat for their partiesā I look at him with contained anger. āOh they love to celebrate deathā I comment to myself, referring to the animals weāll have to kill because of them. My eyes lock of the floor.
āI told you not to get attached to them. Theyāre animals Taura, they have to die eventuallyā I look directly into Lolaās eyes. āI knowā My words get invaded with a sudden dark tone. Toni sighs while he helps himself sit on a bundle of hay.
āYou know I'd do it if I could, but my hands are weak. We are just like them, we have to die eventually. And I feel like my expiration day is near, kidā I look at him with a lifted brow. āYou still have a lot to live, Toniā I say with a smile. He makes old manās sounds while he gets out of the barn.Ā
I get up and tidy my overall, getting all the dirt off it. A long sigh escapes my lips, Iām definitely tired of this routine. The Capitol is always demanding things from the districts, as if we had anything to give at all. They get to eat meat and nice bread loafs, while all we can ever taste are dry cereal that sentences us to death. I put on my gloves and go to the killing building. Since I got into Toniās farm, Iāve called it that way, though he insisted on calling it a slaughterhouse.Ā
I wish I could remember how my life was when my mother was alive, so Iād have something to compare my current life with, but truth is I only remember her face, and itās just a blurry memory. I grab the big knife and crack my neck and back bones. As nice as it could seem to sleep over bundles of hay, it really messes with your spine. Last winter I had to stay lying down because of the pain. It almost cost both of our lives. Our story was a common one in 10. I was a helpless toddler, an orphan who wouldāve died starving in the streets if it werenāt for him. And Toni, he was an old man who needed tesserae to survive. We helped each other. He taught me how to work, to not starve once I reach adulthood. In exchange, I risk my life every year, increasing the chances to be reaped for the hunger games.
I take deep breaths to prepare myself. The helpless goat is tied to a table, my eyes fixed on the floor, trying not to look at its face. Itās always harder when you look into their eyes. With one hand I hold its body, pinning it to the wooden material. With the other I make an incision over its neckline. Blood squirts onto my face. It showers me with death. My hands are red, full of guilt. With my fingers I close its eyes and whisper āIām sorryā I knew the goat was old, probably sick, but it never feels right to take life out of another living creature. I chop its head off and start preparing the meat to be sent. The Capitol was only interested in high quality meat, so the head, neck and legs usually stayed in the district, as part of the black market. I get the gloves off, my hands are covered in blood under them, it probably dripped down my arms long ago, itās almost dry. āDid you finish?ā Toni asks from behind me, I simply nod.
āWe still got a couple of pigs and a cow to goā He announces. My whole body react inmediately, turning to face him. Horror takes over me. āA cow?ā I ask in shock. āItās what they requested, Tauraā Tears fill my eyes once I realize what he really means. It will be Lola, sheās the oldest. āRightā I whisper, looking down. āI can ask the neighbor to do it if you can't.ā Tears fall down my cheeks, imagining the rough hands of Tim slaying Lola. I shake my head āI want to make sure itās fastā He nods in agreement. āIāll be feeding the sheeps if you need meā I nod and put the gloves back on. The neighbor, Tim, usually ties our animals to the tables. Heās strong, rude and loud, Iāve seen him carry full grown cows over his shoulders. Victorās meat, that's what we call it.Ā
āI heard youāre gonna kill the cowā He groans while lifting the struggling pig. āYeahā I mumble. āDid you name this one too?ā I sigh, Iām tired of the same old speech. Since he taught me how to kill, he hasnāt shut up about getting attached to the animals. āI sleep with them, Tim. I talk to them more than I talk to humansā He chuckles, his voice is deep as always, his tone cocky and braggy. āDonāt say that kid. People might get the wrong impressionāĀ
I lift the knife in a threatening gesture, then stab the pig that was lying on the other table. A loud high pitched scream fills the room. He groans, dropping the pig on the bloody table where the goat was before. āIāll go get the cowā He mutters but I stop him with my hand. āIāll bring her after. Go back to your farmā He leaves, with a mouthful of protests.Ā
The sun sets right before I finish preparing all the meat for the delivery. Flies are invading every corner of the building, buzzing beside my ear, landing over my bloody skin. I try to scare them away with hand movements, but they always come back. Theyāre addicted to the smell. The smell of death. I donāt clean myself up. Itās pointless. A cow like Lola has so much blood that I could take two full baths on it. Sheās waiting for me when I open the door to the barn. Tears start falling down my cheeks once again. Every time reality hits itās like the world is about to collapse and I canāt escape.Ā
She walks towards the door and rubs her face against my body, I pat her as usual. Just when Iām about to lead her to the killing building I hear him. Heās by the lake. Mark, Timās son. Tim had always tried to teach him how to be a good farmer, but he was sick. An artist to the bone. The worst of the illnesses. He liked to escape to the lake every night to sing his ballads. Sometimes I sang along with him. The animals loved the sound of his soothing voice, it calmed them. I just liked the feeling of his company. We were several feet apart, but I could feel him close to my heart.
āWhat a lovely song for a farewellā I muttered to myself, well maybe to Lola. It might be weird, but sometimes I could feel she understood what I was telling her. The melody of the song was melancholic. The words, depressing. Something about love dying. I take advantage of his calming melody to kill Lola as fast as I can.Ā
I wake up after a couple hours of sleep. I stayed up all night preparing Lolaās meat to be sent away. Today is the reaping, which means every kid from the district will dress up as if they werenāt miserable. Some will cry. Two will be selected to a certain death and the rest will be able to breathe normally again. Continue with their miserable lives.Ā
The tears I cried last night have dried, leaving itchiness on my skin. I get up fast and wash my face with the remaining water from last nightās bath. Thereās still a bit of blood turning it red. āI have something prepared for youā Toni says from behind me. I take my bandana off and dry my face with it. When I turn around heās holding a beautiful white dress. It looks old but itās so well tailored that it makes me frown. āWhere did you get that?ā I ask in disbelief. āIt was my wifeās wedding dress. I have paid the lady that lives two streets away to clean it upā
āCapri? But why did you do this?ā He smiles and hands me the dress. āYou canāt go to the reaping wearing my old overalls. You deserve to be like the rest of the kidsā I shake my head āI can't toni. I shouldn'tā¦ā
āKid, she'd loved to have a daughter like you. I'm sure she would have done this years ago if she was still alive. C'mon try it onā He could be really persuasive when he wanted. āOkayā I finally agree. āBut I'll wear my bandana. You know I'm not me without itā he nods. āYeah yeah of courseāĀ
The dress fits me to perfection. It's simple and not too tight but it almost looked like it was made for me. When I walk into the house Toni stands up and takes a look at me. I can see tears forming in his eyes. āTry not to get chosenā he says, sobbing. āIf I'm chosen, Tim will take care of youā I assure him.
āAnd depend on that lazy kid of his. No lordā he chuckles at his own joke and I do too. āYou should get used to the idea that one day I'll be pickedā I say, bringing a dark mood back to the conversation. āYou haven't been picked yet. In a couple of years you won't be a part of the reapingā
āToniā I say with a sigh. āI've picked tesserae since I was 12 for you and me. And before mark was 12 I asked for three extras. My name's there more times than I could countā he paused for a second and looks at me with a tilted expression. āWhat are you implying?ā I can sense fear in his voice as if he could know what my plan was.Ā
āI'm implying that it's not fair for kids who starve themselves just to avoid getting their name in there to be selected anyway and dieā he sighs and turns away from me. āYou're talking about Lauraā
Somehow hearing her name makes me even more angry. āYeah, I'm talking about Laura. And I'm also talking about Chris, Aurora, I'm talking about all of themā his eyes feel like knives stabbing mine. āSo what are you gonna do?ā I can see tears in his eyes.
āI can't live with this Toni. How many deaths are gonna live in my conscience?ā As my voice gets louder, my eyes get filled with tears. āWhat the hell you mean Taura?āĀ
āI saw Lola be born. I've raised her. She was like a sister. And I had to fucking kill her for them. I can't- I can't get the smell of her blood off my nose. I can't get the images out of my head. I can't live like this. I just can'tā he tilts his head out of desperation. āThey're animalsā
āAnd so are weā I reply fastly. āI want things to change Toni. I can only do that going to the gamesā his eyes close, letting the tears flow down his cheeks āYou're gonna volunteerā i walk closer to him and grab his hands. āThis way I can save a child tooā he looks like he's trying not to hear me. āTim will take care of you Toni. He owes it to usāĀ
āI don't care about that. I don't want you to die. You are like a daughter to me Tauraā Tears fill my eyes, making everything blurry. āI'll always be with you. My soul will remain in the barn, sleeping every night. I'll never leave your side Toni. But I've got to do thisā
āWhen did you decide?ā His question makes me sigh. āDid you decide last night? Was it because of the cow?ā Every word he says makes me feel more and more misunderstood. āI decided last year. Because of Lauraā his eyes keep looking into mine, searching for any sign of weakness. āYou know how much I cared about her. And in the reaping, I just couldn'tā¦ move. I felt helpless. And the way she died. It's so unfairā Toni walks away from me for a few seconds.Ā
āDo what you gotta do. But I won't watch you kill yourself like thatā he walks outside the house, probably to avoid crying in my presence. I never quite understood the urge of men to hide their emotions like itās the worst thing to feel something. It reminded me about the games. Everything in Panem seems to be related to them. The way the Capitol forced families to keep quiet while their children were brutally murdered was a new kind of oppression. An emotional one.Iām sure Toni wouldāve taken any physical torture without crying a single tear. But somehow a child that was not entirely his, hurted more than that. They knew what children meant to society. This is their twisted way of saying We control you.
I walk towards the lake in a desperate attempt to feel something nice. As if I was trying to convince myself not to volunteer. I look at my reflection. Itās not usual for us to look at ourselves really, so I donāt quite recognize me at first. My fingers brush over the water, twirling my reflection. Iām mesmerized by the way the water flows, and then it hits. I see Carinaās face, screaming and crying for help. She died on the second day of the games. She had managed to keep herself hidden in the forest, until the girl from 1 saw her. Theyāre trained to kill and I get that, but she made her suffer every second of it. That girl had no humanity left on herself.
I put myself together after a few seconds and stand, decided to end all this. Iām the last one to arrive at the town hall square. The guards prick my finger with the needle to get my name on the system. My mind controls my body to stand right on the girlsā side. The capitolās host starts speaking. Some nonsense I donāt even care about actually listening to. āLetās begin the reaping. And as always. May the odds be ever in your favorāĀ
Thereās a loud silence, invading the streets. āAre there any volunteers?ā I lift my hand in the air, standing out from the crowd. The rest of the girls move, making a path for me to go up the stage. I walk towards the stage, until I'm standing next to the man announcing the reaping. "What's your name dear?" He asks with a smile. "Taura" I answer. "I'm Taura" "well Samantha you have nothing to fear, you have a 24.60 percent chance of survival, as usual may the odds be ever in your favor" the man smiles as the crowd stays silent, shocked at my decision.Ā
"Now let's reap the male tribute" he says, taking a piece of paper from the big bowl. "Mark lee" he calls out loudly. The boys around him step away. I look shocked at the crowd, thinking to myself this is not real. This must be a dream. Mark walks slowly, eyes fixed on mine, looking for answers I suppose. Every step he takes, makes it feel more and more real. My breaths struggle, getting messy and fast.Ā
Your legs close, trying to supress the feeling of the toy vibrating inside of you. His hand carress your back softly calming you down a little bit. Your fingers are still gripping onto a dress from the store. "I think this could look very pretty on you" His deep voice send shivers along your spine. When you look at him you can clearly see his finger, powered by the devil actively moving the buttom up and down, controlling the waves that brush pleasure into you.
He makes it stop and your body relaxes a little bit. The dress gets thrown into the shopping basket, that's already full with clothes. "Let's go to the fitting room and see how it fits you" You can't articulate words, since you're so worried it'll reveal your contained moans. You'd never been to a shop like this. Everywhere you look there's othing but luxury.
The fitting room is no exception. The workers walk you towards the biggest one in the whole store. It could be consider a small motel's room. There's champagne for you to share, a big ass couch and a podium. Your mind instantly links the room to a bride's fitting room. His hands are busy hanging the dresses to the racks, so you have time to recover from the intense vibrations.
Once he's finished, he sits on the couch, hands around the back of it, feet on the coffee table. You take it as a sign to start putting on the clothes. As soon as your pants fall to the ground the vibrations come back, your body shakes out of pleasure, your legs tremble threatening to fail and make you fall. "Don't stop" He orders.
You do your best to regain your strength and put on the first dress. The mirror reflects your figure. The long red dress fits you really well. Your breasts are being lifted by the fabric. Its thinness marks your nipples. "Come here" He demands and you obey. His hands touch your body, passing over your curves. They get all the way up to your breasts. They're cold, so cold that you feel the chilly sensations through the fabric. The vibrations speed up.
A soft moan escapes your lips and you rush to cover your mouth with your hands. He seems unbothered by it. His fingers move the fabric to expose your lingerie underwear. His index carress over your wettness, getting infected by the vibrations. "You must be desperate" He comments to himself. The toy's actions intensify. You try to protest with whispers but they get drown by your whimpers and moans. "You don't have permission to cum tho" His words set your mind on pain.
"May I cum?" You whisper. He simply shakes his head. "Try on the next dress come on" At this point your legs are so weak that you can barely walk. You somehow manage to tr on the next dress. The vibrations slow down. "I don't like this one" He says. You take the brief peaceful moment to breathe deeply. The next dress is much more flattering. Jimin seems to agree because the vibrations intensify.
"May I cum?" You ask again, more desperately. "You may not" He replies cruelly. "Please" You beg. Your legs finally give up, forcing you to fall onto the floor. "May I cum?" A shake of his head. "May I cum?" You repeat it a couple of times until you finally get his approval. Your orgasm is intense, messy, loud. It makes your pleasure feel with embarrasment and slight pain due to the overwork on your folds.
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"You've asked for this a couple of times" You identify the sound of his voice coming from your right side, though you're not able to see anything with your eyes closed. It had become a habit, everytime you were about to start a heated session, you closed your eyes and breathe deeply. You've always liked to take in every little moment in life. A clicking sound startles you, it repeats when the handcuffs trap one of your wrists.
Though your mind had driven away for a second you convince yourself you need to focus on getting there. They call it the subspace. A place in your mind where you forget about pride and taboos. A place where you were only made for serving, obeying, pleasuring him. "So you can consider this a gift" His deep voice keeps talking. Another handcuff traps your other wrist.
You have no control over what happens next. That's what this is all about. When your eyes finally open, you realize he's already at your feet, looking at you, waiting for you to be ready. His fingers follow the lines of his lips, before getting licked by his tongue. "I'm gonna fuck life into you" He growls just before his fingertips travel through your, already wet, folds.
"Oh look. You're so wet and we haven't even done anything yet" Humilliation. It played an important role in your kinks. Pointing out how easy to turn on you were was just the beginning of it. In your mind, the images of your previous sessions play on repeat. Him writing all over your body degrading words, along with his name, marking you like a property. Or that one time you kissed his feet begging for permission to cum until he let you release yourself.
Shivers take over your body. His hand traps your face against the mattress. His face inches from yours. "What are you replaying in that mind of yours?" He could read your mind. He had to have some sort of power to do it. "I was just remembering times you humilliated me" He hums. "Which ones? It's happened more than a couple." You take a deep breath. His power made you feel weak to his every touch. "When you wrote on my body with a marker and when I kissed your feet asking for permission to cum"
He chuckles. "Do you know why I asked you?" His fingers had started to play with your hair. "No sir" You answer almost inmediately. "You got even more wet just thinking about it" You gulp, full of anticipation. "I'll have to do it to check just how wet you can get" He says while getting up. You follow his figure with your eyes. He searches everywhere, almost as if he was deliveretely trying to make you feel eager.
When he finds your lipstick inside your purse he shouts. "Voila!" His body climbs onto the bed with hunger. "What should I write?" He asks you, you simply look at him clueless. "How do you feel when I use you?" His question makes you twist your body a bit. "Like a slut" You whisper. His grin grows.
"I didn't hear you" Another deep breath. "Like a slut sir!" You shout this time. His fingers guide the lipstick against your skin, writing the word slut on your chest. "Give me more" This time you close your eyes, trying to reach out for your darkest thoughts. "Cunt. Cum dumpster. Toy. Whore. Needy. Bitch" You knew when to stop because he closed the lipstick. Your skin was almost fully covered in red words.
It was embarrassing to feel his fingers against your wetness, the threat linking the digits to your pussy. He spread it all over your folds, your thighs. If he wanted he could cover every inch of your body with it, and you'd still be so embarrassingly wet. His fingertips press against your clit. They make circles over it. Slowly. Peacefully. Every nerve of your body activates with his touch.
His tongue joins shortly after. You can already hear in your head all the times he's told you I wanna taste desperation. It truly was just that. He'd take a couple of seconds to taste you and then stop. "Fuck me" The words escape your mouth without permission, like a moan or a grunt does. "What?" He asks, stopping all his actions. Your eyes fix on his. He looks kind of pissed.
"I'm your cum dumpster tonight sir. I want you inside of me please" He seems to like that better. His fingers search on his pocket, coming out with a condom. You protest loudly. "Don't use it please" He chuckles. His mouth goes up to your ear. "You have to be more especific in your requests" Deep breath
"I want you to fuck me raw, and fill me up. Please" He sits over your waist, putting his weight on his legs to not smash you. His fingers wander down your body. Pinching your nipples when they get there. A groan is your reaction to the sudden stimulation. When his body moves you can clearly feel the bulge against your skin. His pants fly in the air. His tip touches your clit.
His first thrust feels like a rollercoaster filled with pleasure, anticipation, slight pain. You're full with him. In every sense possible. The second thrust though, feels like heaven. Your eyes roll all the way back. You've question to yourself before if it could be possible for you to cum just by listening to him. And with how fast you do now it becomes more and more real.
He ignores the fact that your body is spasming with release. He's only focused on using you. Filling you. There's hunger in every groan he lets out. His hand push against your mouth, keeping you quiet. You must've been really loud for him to do that. The moment you feel his hot cum painting your walls, your second orgasm brushes over your body, like a reharsed coreography.
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Content Warning: one night stand, teasing, oral sex, unprotected, breeding kink, rough sex, creampie, bratty sub! reader.
"What's the problem?" He asks squeezing your thigh. "You look like such a player" You say with a half smile. "Do you have a problem with that?" His voice tone is agitated, it feels like he's kind of taken away by your words. "I simply wanna make sure I don't break your heart" A smile plays along your lips. He tilts his head. "Already broken" He whispers with a raspy voice.
You nod, with a big smile on your face. "Then let me steal it" Your bodies had been getting closer second by second. He chuckles, inches from your face. "You must be the only girl with a fixation for broken hearts" The way his fingers travel down your back, playing a song on invisible guitar strings, makes your skin weak to his touch. You shake your head, his hands trap you closer to his figure. "Not any broken heart, just yours"
Your lips move against him as you speak. They get wrapped along with his in a heated kiss. Tongues dancing inside your mouth. One of his hands goes to your butt, squeezing it every time the kiss deepens. The other moves up, until it reaches your cheek, cupping it softly.
Your leg goes up, trapping his hips closer to you. The hand that was holding your butt keeps your leg in place. Your fingers play with his hair, messing his hairdo up. His teeth trap your lower lip, with a slightly painful bite. A moan escapes your mouth. You walk backwards, guided by his steps, until you hit the wall, aggresively, pushed by his body.
His hands pin yours onto the wall, his lips part away from yours. The way his eyes look now is completely different from moments ago, like something had awaken inside of him. "Don't move" He groans, realising your wrists. You follow his instructions, although it's hard to stay still when you're watching him draw a path with his tongue down your neck.
He stops at your bra, looking up to lock eyes with you. His tongue enters in between the fabric and your skin, passing over your nipple briefly, just enough to make it wet. He repeats his actions with the other side before continuing the path down your belly. Kisses draw the lines of your underwear over your skin. The softness of his lips breaks when a sudden bite attacks your inner thigh.
A soft scream fills the room. His hands stay on your thighs, while his head moves up, until his lips meet your ear. "I told you to not move" He whispers, the hot air sending shivers across your spine. "I'm not used to follow orders" You whisper back with a grin. His smirk grows. "I do like brats like you. It's quite enjoyable" You roll your eyes at his words.
His fingers lift your face slightly, to take a better look at your expression. "Are you planning to tame me?" You ask with a lift eyebrow, he answers with a head shake. "I plan to punish you" You chuckle. "Right" Is all you can comment, although the idea of getting punished by him sets you off quite a bit.
His fingers get closer to your underwear, fingertips lifting the fabric up. When he reaches your entrance, you can feel just how wet you were. As he moves his fingers you feel a string of fluids connecting your cunt to his fingers. After teasing your folds, his two digits finally enter you. Your walls throb around them. His thumb rests over your clit, making circular motions over it.
Your back curves as soon as your high starts forming inside of you. And then he stops. You realize you had been moaning for a while. He must've known you were at edge. His hand gets out of your underwear. His fingers curve, trapping the limits of your panties. When they realease it, the rubber hits your sensitive skin, forcing a moan out of you.
"I'm starting to feel tired. Maybe I should go to sleep" He comments walking away from you and towards the queen size bed. You look at him in shock for a couple of seconds. "Why did you stop?" You ask confused. "It's your punishment" He replies with a grin.
Once you get his full erection in you can feel his hips moving, wishing more action, seeking release. Just in that moment, when you taste is precum on your tongue, you pull out and stop. He chuckles in disbelief. "Come here" He growls, fingers signing you to climb up to the bed.
Your eyes lock on the bulge standing out his pants. "And you? Are you punished too?" You ask, slowly walking towards him. He shakes his head. "I'm not" You kneel down in front of him. Your hands slowly remove his clothes until he's completely naked. Your lips aproach his length, tongue sticking out to slightly carress his tip.
You realize his hands are approaching you so you trap his wrists with your hands, pinning them to the matress. First you go slow, getting just to half of his hardness. On the second thrust you go a little bit deeper. Enough to had him throbbing for more and not rush his orgasm.
You sit next to him. One hand grabs the back of your neck aggresively and forces you into a heated and messy kiss. The other puts your hips in place so that his erection is right at your entrance. He rips off the underwear preventing your private areas from touching.
"I'd love to fuck a baby into you" He confesses with a growl. You look into his eyes, hand over his cheek. "Wouldn't that be too much to handle for a broken heart?" He smiles. "Not if he's yours" When he says those words you grab his length and guide it towards your entrance. "Then do it" You say in agreement.
His hands move your body up and down, fucking himself using your body like a sex toy. Pain brushes your skin everytime his nails press against your skin. Your fingers get hold of the bedsheets, trying to prevent your body from moving on its own.
When he cums inside of you, your insides shake. The hot feeling is rewarding. Like you achieved your purpose of satisfying him. He flips your body and pushes you so that you're lying down. Then he slowly pulls out of you. He points at the mirror in front of you just in time for you to see his white load dripping down your pussy.
Before you allow yourself to feel aroused by the view, his tongue starts moving over your clit. The pace is fast, making you cum seconds after. When your body starts calming down, and stops shaking, he stops his kisses over your skin to say. "About the baby..."
"I take contraceptive pills" You say, followed by a chuckle.
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"Louder" His deep voice resonates inside of you. The soft breeze of his breath against your skin bring softness to his rough actions. You raise your voice, screaming instead of moaning. "Louder" He repeats, this time, it's filled with a lot more neediness. You scream louder, a soar feeling invades your throat. Tears fall down your eyes, like waterfalls, shining over your soft skin.
"See how you can be a desperate slut?" He asks with a chuckle, fingers combing your hair softly. You take deep breaths, in an attempt to calm yourself. His length's still inside of you, but he's stop moving. Your walls crave action, contracting around his dick. "You want me to continue?" Softness returns to his voice, you nod in response. "You sure? I don't wanna overwork you princess" You smile at his sweet words.
"Please continue" You plea. His grin returns to his expression. "Ask nicely" He growls. "Please fuck me" You beg him with a needy tone. He clears his throat, pointing something wrong in your words. "Please daddy" You correct yourself. He smiles and start thrusting your body slowly. "That's better" His comment sends you off, you feel like this can go into a torturous loop.
His moves continue to slow down, until he's barely moving, you protest with a sound, but you get no reaction from him. "Please go faster daddy" He starts picking up the pace a little bit and you quickly understand what he wants. "Please use me like your toy daddy" You moan out, he thrusts faster.
"I'm your little slut, daddy, be rough with me please" You continue to degrade yourself, making him go faster, rougher. Your high starts to build up inside your guts. His eyes are lost in lust, he lets out messy groans and heavy breaths. You get lost in your own moans, his actions begin to soften. "Keep fucking me daddy, please, I need it" He goes deeper, making you scream of pleasure.
"You're so needy fuck" He growls into your ear. "I'm needy for you daddy" You moan out, on edge of cumming. He realizes it and stops moving suddenly. "You wanna cum?" He asks, you nod. "Speak!" His scream makes you flinch. "Yes daddy"
"Then earn it" He says before putting his length into your mouth. You gag at the sudden feeling of his tip against your throat. His hand grabs your hair, making sure you don't pull out. You start moving slowly, somehow making his hardness grow bigger inside of you. You take him as deep as you can, though it doesn't fully fit in your mouth.
His hands push you closer, gagging you until you deep thoat him. Then he starts fucking your mouth as he pleases, deeper, faster, the slow and soft, then back to roughness, until he pulls out of your mouth. You cough, and take deep breaths to recover from it. "Open" He says, demanding. You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. His spit drops on your tongue right before his loads. They both mixture inside your mouth. You swallow it all.
Before you fully recover, he moves you so that you're lying on your back, his strong arms lift your legs, exposing your intimacy to him. His tongue starts moving up and down your folds, moving around your wetness. His moves focus on your clit, making circles around it, sucking it into his mouth. His fingers join right after, entering deep inside of you.
They curve hitting your sensitive spot, and then they rub around it. You cum almost right away, your body shaking. His fingers pull out of you, both of his hands pinning you onto the mattress. "Stay still, I wanna taste you" He says, still moving his tongue over your folds, forcing spasms along your figure.
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"Go faster, the time is almost up" His rushed voice makes you chuckle, you always find it adorable when he's flustered. "Don't worry about them babe" You whisper, now close to his lips. Your fingers wrap the wet length you've been sucking. "We can go somewhere more private" He smirks at your words. "You're nor drunk, are you?" Your look defies him. "Do I look drunk?" Your lips curve in a half smile.
He chooses not to answer and hide his hardness inside his jeans. His hand grabs yours just before the door opens. "The seven minutes are OVER" Hyungjin says with a clearly drunk tone. You both get out of the closet and smile at the boys waiting in the bedroom. "We're actually going home" Changbin says pulling from your hand. "Yeah we had a really deep conversation in there" You say pointing at the closet.
"Use protection" Chan screams before you run downstairs and out of the house. He opens the door of his car for you, and you get in. There's a short drive until you can't control yourself anymore. You grab his dick and start masturbating him. He looks at you shocked, but you don't stop. "This is dangerous" (It really is, don't do it) You look at him with puppy eyes, which he can't resist.
You bend down and pass your tongue over his tip. His dick twitches, it's thobbing, desperate for your touch. You open your outh wider, letting his length push fully into your throat. You get lost in the action, evading any other thoughts. You use your tongue and lips to trap him tighter and releasing some of the pressure. At some point the car stops, his hands guide your moves for a couple of thrusts then go all the way down your figure.
They reach your wetness, and get lost in your walls, he knows exactly what and how to do it, getting you on edge pretty easily. You cum over his fingers right before his load fills your mouth, painting it in a lovely white shade.
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