glorified lust

kokonoi

piss kink, omorashi, urophilia, humiliation, exhibition, degradation, dacryphilia, heel stomping (?)

working with numbers all day gets so boring after a few years

budget this, client’s invoice that

so it’s not unusual for koko to lean back in his big office chair and let his mind wander to you

he’s about to get up from his desk, having to go to the bathroom

but then you’d walk in, all dressed up and smiling at him

the locking of the door doesn’t go unnoticed by him

you get closer, walking around his big desk

koko wants to get up and greet you, but you push him back down into his chair

shoving away his keyboard and papers you hop onto the desk

bringing down your heeled foot in between his legs, making koko flinch back

you nearly hit his dick just now

but you don’t care as you start talking

“you must have been super pent up koko… not seeing me for 2 weeks… did you touch yourself?”

Koko gulps “no ma’am.”

“tell me then. What did you do today?”

He racks his brain trying to remember what his job even is through the lustful haze

What did he do?

His brows furrow as his thoughts get interrupted by the pain coursing through his body

He’s sweating

The pressure in his stomach is building

Why did he have to drink so much water today? And he can’t seem to think

Well today we got a new employee and I went to greet them and- hnng and then I had to look at our annual budget haah please y/n I-“

“y/n?”

“please ma’am I can’t focus, it’s too- hng much”

“can’t even form a coherent thought? Only think with this useless dick, huh?” you say

grinding the toe box of your shoe down harsher, aware of the pain it causes him but you wouldn’t care

relishing in the desperate pathetic look in his eyes

you’re making koko squirm in his seat

He of course get’s hard, you look so intimidating and in control

Sitting on his desk with your foot on his throbbing dick

He’d get more desperate as you press harder and harder, grabbing onto your leg

“ngh… wait…. Ma’am please wait! I drank- I drank a lot of water”

“mm.. poor baby wants to go to the bathroom instead of being with me?” you inspect a strand of hair in between your fingers, suddenly disinterested in the situation

“no! hnngg- please I have to go real bad”

You’d sneer down at him with a “you’re so disgusting. Getting hard when you have to go take a piss. Should I walk you to the bathroom like a dog so you can lift your leg like one too?”

followed by a stern “I don’t get how that’s my problem? If you want to make a mess in your big important office, where everyone can hear? Go right ahead, baby”

his desperation would reach its limit when he imagines not only his assistant but his coworkers and business partners hearing him get stomped on and peeing all over himself at work

The grip on your leg would tighten as he starts grinding up into your foot, letting out a lot of desperate and pathetic whines

Tears pricking in his eyes as you evilly smile down at his pathetic state

He’d feel the pressure build-up in his stomach, threatening to snap at any moment now

“I changed my mind. If you make a mess in public I will punish you, so keep that in mind.” You’d comment, pulling another desperate cry from koko

You’d be so mean and unfair, changing the rules as you desire and playing with him

But it’s too late, and he’d let go

Unable or unwilling to stop it, the liquid dripping down into the chair and onto the floor

soiling his expensive clothes, and ruining the carpet underneath

You pull your foot back an excited look on your face as you’d watch his expressions

Tears are streaming down his face as his hips twitch every now and then

Hands grabbing onto your legs so hard, creating dips in the skin

Pathetic sobs leaving his mouth as he mumbles something about “I’m disgusting…”

You wouldn’t tear your eyes from him, instead you grab onto his hair pull-

his assistant pops their head into his office with a “sir? your meeting with the new client is going to start in 10 minutes”

koko flushes a deep red as he gets pulled into reality, waving his assitant away with one hand

covering his erection with the other

inupi

sounding, heel fucking (?), insertion exhibition, dacryphilia, pain play (?)

draken didn’t come into the bike shop today

in fact not even a lot of clients came in aswell

leaving inupi to his own devices

having no one to talk with, he starts talking in his head, pretending you’re there with him

you’d sit on a chair nearby, watching him work

(cooing at how cool and strong your boyfriend is)

Inupi is just glad to have you there, “unaware” of the ever growing tension

He just likes when you take the initiative

You’d eye him like some kind of prey

It makes inupis heart skip a beat

He hears the clicking of heels on the floor and instinctively leans back

Falling straight into your plush thighs

You wrap your hands around his throat gently as you tilt his head up

A gentle smile spreads across his face automatically

But it quickly fades when you school your expression into a neutral one

“ugh this is boring.”

You step back, making inui lose his balance as he falls back onto the floor

You giggle as you walk over to your bag

For some reason inui knows he should stay on the floor

He tilts his head back, watching you bent over, rummaging through your bag

You return with a bunch of rods, seemingly made of silicone and some look like steel?

In the other hand a big bottle of lube

Inui gulps

“let’s do something super fun, okay?” you grin at him, clearly excited

And he can only nod, dick already stirring in his pants

One look makes him also immediately unzip his pants, dragging his overall down far enough so you can pull his dick out

Using a generous amount of lube you stroke his dick, wanting him to get just a little harder

He tries to hold still, but your hands always feel so good

His breathing is shallow as you prepare a steel rod

hissing when you’d press it into his urethra, letting go once it’s inside and watching his dribbling hole take it in further

inupi wants to grip his dick so bad, but instead digs his fingers into his thighs

you’d yank the steel rod out, just to replace it with a silicone one

and once you hit inupis bladder, he grabs onto your wrists

“please wait, you’re way too de-eep!”

he yelps when you click your tongue st him and look off to the side with an upset glare

“tch… so you want to demand things now?”

you get up and grab your chair, throwing it down on the floor uncaring of the loud noise it made

leaning down, you grab inui by the ankles and pull him towards you

“if nothing pleases you then make do with my heel, mutt.”

he’s trembling, hidden excitement coursing through his veins

with shaky hands he aligns his dick with your heel, slowly working it into his urethra

and it fucking stings

it doesn’t take long until tears are running down his face, also partly due to frustration

his eyes widen in disbelief when you grab onto the armrests and shove-

“inupi sorry for being late I was- oh my god are you alright?” draken interrupts with a concerned look on his face

finding a trembling inupi, broken wrench in hand

he lets go of the wrench and hides his face in his knees

kakucho

electro stimulation, dubcon, mind break (?), objectification

“no further questions? alright that concludes this meeting”

kakucho watches everyone leave the big fancy meeting room

he leans back, closing his eyes, wishing he was back home with you

“mmm does that hurt?” you’d say leaning over his trembling form

and before kakucho can open his mouth, another shock runs through his body

muscles tensing up instantly, straining against the stimulation

you plastered the patches all over, arms, stomach and chest

a sounding rod tied to him

sending the shocks straight into his prostate

kakucho doesn’t know how long you’ve been using him

he sees the sweat droplets fall from his nose onto the floor underneath

“I know… I know you weren’t trying to answer just now. I won’t warn you again.” you sneered down at him

your legs are propped onto his back

today he’s your trusty footstool, trying not to fall to the floor while you watch TV

toying with his body nonchalantly

kakuchos arms would be trembling

struggling to hold himself up after so long

orgasm after orgasms running through him

trying to keep as still as possible

he debates on asking you for mercy and to stop

he can’t take it anymore

but he obviously can, not using his safeword in the slightest

“kakucho… I’m gonna fry your brain.” you start to explain

“I’ll make you lose your sanity” you remove your feet from his back

you press your heel into his sides and kick him down

kakucho gives in super easily, too fuckef out to even think

he can’t stop his dick from dribbling out cum into the floor

he falls with a slight thud, nearly too weak to move

but he wants to know what you look like right now

were you staring down at him with a disgusted face?

kakucho shivers at that, heat pooling in his tummy

and he dares to look up, coming face to face with your disappointed gaze

and so you turn up the device in your hand and-

“what are you still doing here?” a tired looking mikey stands in the doorway of the room

kakucho’s eyes shoot open, scrambling to find an explanation and before he can mikey scoffs and leaves the meeting room

kakucho prays he won’t make him stand up now, erection throbbing under the table

ran

tentacles, monsterfucking, teratophilia, choking, asphyxiation, humiliation, giantess (monster! reader), dubcon, nearly fainting

ran is… so sleepy

all he wants to do is lay down with you, squeeze you into his body and fall asleep

but you’re not home yet, having a friend date with your girlfriends

you looked so pretty, all dressed up, obviously wanting to take cute pictures with your friends

cute heels on that made you even taller now being eye to eye with him

and ran falls down into the bed alone, loosening his tie, falling asleep with you on his mind

he’s coaxed out of his deep slumber by… darkness?

it takes a second to set in but he realizes that, no he did not go blind, you just put a blindfold on him

oh he likes where this is going

he smiles smugly, trying to find out what was in store for him

but you were dead quiet

a faint squelching could be heard

a weird sensation engulfs his wrists

something cold and slimy wrapping around his arms

that’s… weird, is this a new toy you bought?

ran wants to move his arms, wriggling around and trying to be a brat

but the restraints won’t exactly move

two others make their way around his ankles, pulling him to the edge of your bed

ran yelps

when did you get so strong?

the slimy restraints are… moving on their own… up his thighs

he feels another two wrap around his nipples, squeezing and lathering them in some sort of goo

ran can’t stop the moans leaving his body

the sensations are weird and different from what he’s used to

you haven’t spoken a single word, only staring down at your boyfriend, squirming around on the bed

another slimy appendage makes its way up his chest and face, looking for an opening to insert itself in

ran opens his mouth hesitantly and much to his dismay the appendage shoves itself inside further andd further

basically fucking his throat while he chokes around the length and girth

he can’t breathe

you shove the tentacle further inside unrelenting pace set

ran’s straining against the tentacles wrapped around his arms

he can’t focus, writhing around the bed trying to stop the tentacle from reaching any further into his throat

but it’s to no avail

vision turning blurry from the tears slowly getting darker

you quickly retrieve your tentacle, basically yanking it out and ran gasps for air like a drowning man

choking and sputtering, ran heaves

his blindfold now wet from the tears

he tries to calm his beating heart, adrenaline running through his veins

he almost passed out just now

you give him a short time to recover but grow impatient

lifting his blindfold slightly, rans free eye quickly seeks out your gaze and is met with something that sort of looks like you?

your skin is red in certain spots, eyes bigger and a bunch on tentacles coming out from your back?

you snap the blindfold back into it’s place

ran yelps and cries out when he feels two tentacles prod around his rim and his slit at the same time

gasping when you shove the tentacle past the rim, writhing around inside his gummy walls, hitting his prostate

stunned gasps leaving his mouth when the smallest part of the other tentacle slowly but forcefully wriggles itself into his-

“…ran? hey ran?? why are you still in yoir work clothes baby?” your loving voice slowly pulling him out of his dream

he opens his eyed and comes face to face with your worried gaze

and it doesn’t take long until he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into the bed with him

“ew, why are you all sweaty” you squirm in his bear hug and ran just sighs dreamily

rindou

harem / group sex, nylons, foot fetish, sorta worship?, a little suffocation, objectification, humiliation, blindfolding

rin, after a quick internal debate, picks up the phone

“what do you want ran?”

a cheery yet fake-hurt voice comes through the speaker “what can’t I call my brother?”

rin sets down the phone, lying flat on his back staring up at the empty ceiling

listening to ran ramble about this weird dream he had makes rin furrow his brows, mind already drifting away to you

or perhaps, more than just you

the room fills with laughter, your friends coming over to visit you and your boyfriend

he sets down a tray with drinks and snacks like he should

seeking praise from you, especially in front of your friends

and you would, drag him down and pressing a few kisses to his cheek, catching him off guard

your friends all giggle and rin feels some butterflies errupt in his stomach

you push him down, on his knees and get behind him

rin can’t help the way he glances at the way your friends are dressed

nylons shining lost underneath the fabric of their shorts or skirts

did you plan this?

“so… remember how I promised you guys a look at him?” you pipe up from behind him

you snake your arms around his face, grabbing his jaw gently, tilting it up so he focuses his gaze back onto you

rin places his hand on your forearms, making you coo at him

your girlfriends all giggle, pointing ever so slightly to different parts of his body

you lean back and crouch down, slowly pulling the shirt out of rins pants and pulling it over his head

you lean back up, grabbing two of your friends and pulling them closer

you make them sit down and get behind rin again

tracing his tattoo before cupping his pecs

“look how big his boobs are” “looks like they could shoot out milk at any moment”

rins face heats up why are they talking about his pecs like that

his breath hitches when the girl on the left lifts her legs, slowly runs it down from his shoulder to his nipple

and presses her stocking clad toes into his chest

meanwhile you instruct a girlfriend of yours to take off her stockings and come closer

rin glances over at her and his eyes widen when she suddenly lifts her skirt and shuffles out of the nylons

while he’s focused on her you lean down, tilting his head to the side as you start kissing on his neck

showering him in praises in between

he feels how some smooth fabric is tied around his neck

surely she wouldn-

and she pulls the tights, closing in on his neck and making rin choke

he’s trying to instinctively grab at the fabric but he didn’t notice more friends joining in holding him down

why are there more people now? where did they come from?

he hears their whispers and sneering laughter

they prod at his body, running their hands over his bicep and thighs

unzipping his pants and pressing their feet into the wet patch on his underwear

the boisterous laughter filling his ears

when you tilt his head forward, hooking your fingers into his mouth he nearly cries

he feels used, almost like a toy

the humiliation burning it’s way all the way down to his bones

when a short haired woman brings her foot closer all rin can do is lean forward and take it into his mouth

tongue running against the smooth fabric and making his tongue feel weird

he’s so focused he nearly misses the way someone shoves their hands into the back of his pants and grope his ass squeezing it harshly

he’s very overwhelmed by each and every sensation on his body

it only makes it worse when you put your hands over his eyes

someone is tugging on his nipples

is that a feather near his waist?

someone else is putting their feet right on his dick

who is rubbing his thighs?

rin can’t tell how much he’s leaking right now

and when he nears his high the nylon around his neck is squee-

“RIN!” ran’s yell can be heard throughout the empty bedroom

Draken - cougar hunter

I hc that Draken lovesss older women. Like he hates bull shit and games that girls his age try to play in relationships. He wants someone that knows what they want and has experience. Definitely goes out of his way to seduce older women, its a major turn on for him. Despite the age gap, he is not the submissive one at all.

When the handsome young man slid a drink to you at the bar, you envisioned a few ways the night could play out. None were as good as the one you currently found yourself in. "Fuck you're taking me so good," Draken grunted as he pounded into from behind. Riding back to his place on his motorcycle was such an aphrodisiac that neither of you could make it to the bed.

You gripped the counter tightly, but kept your back perfect arched for Draken. He was so deep inside you it drove him wild. He gripped your ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Hot spit dropped from his mouth to your tight hole. He massaged the tight ring, making you moan. "Don't tease me, Ken, finger me," you demanded, arching your back even more to display yourself to him.

Draken let out a low curse, pressing his thumb into your ass. "You'll be the fucking death of me."

Mikey - kink unlocked

Mikey always thought older women were hot, but he didn't think it would be that different than fucking someone his age. I don't think he was ever really submissive until then, but realizes he likes it. He also never thought about having a mommy kink but then...

Mikey couldn't exactly recall the chain of events that led him to being pinned under his hot older neighbor, but he was very happy to be there. You were letting him suck on your tits while you ground your clothed cunt over his leaky cocky. He groaned as his tongue flicked across your nipple, making your hips stir even more.

"Mmm, you're good with your mouth baby," you complimented. "Gonna make you taste me later. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Little did you know, Mikey spent many evenings fisting his cock to that exact scenario.

"Fuck yeah I wanna taste you so bad." He tried to sit up so he could get you on your back, but you pushed him back down.

"Not yet, wanna ride you first," you nipped at his lip. You slipped out of your underwear, making Mikey curse under his breath at the sight of you. You took his leaky cock in your hands. "Gonna be a good boy for mommy?"

Something switched in Mikey at his words. A low groan escaping his lips at his cock twitched at your words. He never knew how fucking hot that would be. "I'll do anything for you."

Mitsuya - sugar baby

Mitsyua doesn't necessary have a preference of his partner being older or younger, whoever he connects with is what matters. I don't see him as having a mommy kink or anything like that either. I do think older women would naturally gravitate towards him. He's very mature and poised + I think his job in fashion designer would put him in the path of a lot of older women. I could see him developing a sugar baby like relationship with one of his regular costumers.

Mitsyua had always been told not to mix business with pleasure, but when the pleasure looked as good as you, how could he listen to that? You'd been a regular costumer for awhile and you instantly had chemistry. Every time Mistuya got close to you, wrapping his measuring tape around your body, well it was only a matter of time before something happened. That something being a quickie in his dressing room.

Since then you come to get custom garments regularly, often paying more than necessary because you just wanted to spoil Mitsuya. You took him out to a few fancy dinners as well, but your primary hook ups happened at his studio. Which is exactly what happened today. After Mitsuya put you in a sexy little dress - that fit you perfectly he might add - he couldn't even wait to get it off you. He lifted you on to his work desk, hiked up at dress and buried his face in your cunt.

"You look so fucking sexy," Mitsuya mused. His tongue is teasing your swollen clit, making you moan. He slipped a finger inside you, stroking your sweet spot lazily. He wasn't in a hurry to get you off, he never was. He liked to milk each experience for all it was worth.

"Mmm, that's more of compliment for yourself. You did all the work with he dress," you replied. You hooked your leg over his shoulder, pulling him in closer. A not so subtle hint that you weren't as patient as he was.

Mitsuya smirked, picking up the pace of his fingers as he spoke. "Nah, the woman makes the dress. Besides, you look better naked." He attached his lips to your clit, sucking intently. He wouldn't be leaving that spot between your thighs until you were both fully satisfied.

Baji - friend's mom

Baji has absolutely been fantasizing about getting with a friends mom foreverrr. Like it's a sex bucket list thing for him. I don't see him as having a mommy kink or being submissive in this either. I think it's more a power trip thing? Like especially if you're still married he'd lowkey think it's hot you'd risk cheating with him. In general I think it's like the rush of fulfilling a fantasy/risk taking that gets him into it.

Baji had always been the most interesting, and bold, of your son's friends. You were no stranger to their stares, you were a good looking woman. But Baji? He took it a step further. He openly flirty with you when the boys weren't around, secretly found ways to touch you even when they were around. You thought it was harmless and nothing would come of it, until he was at your bedroom door when he should have been sleeping in the basement with the rest of your son and the rest of his friends. Both of you knew what this meant.

"Harder," you urged, wrapping your legs around his waist. He was pounding you into the mattress, but you still wanted more. Your eyes devoured Baji's large, toned frame. The faintest bit of sweat had formed on his abs and you wanted to lick it up. You hadn't been this turned on in a minute.

"You're insatiable," Baji grinned. He loved it, how he could feel the way your body craved him by the way it squeezed his cock. "Your husband not fucking you good enough?" Thank god he was on a business trip this week.

You moaned as loudly as you dared. Your son's room was far down in the basement, but still. "No, never," you whined, "Not like you Baji. Fucking me so good." Baji drank in your words. determined to have you humming on his cock like only he could.

Kazutora - mommy kink

Kazutora has a massive mommy kink. The subbiest boy :(. Definitely seeks out older women to take care of his needs.

"Doing so good for me today baby," you coo at the man laid out on your bed. You had Kazutora stripped down, his hands dutifully at his sides as you stroke his cock. He knows he's not allowed to touch until he's cum, but it's hard for him not to.

"Please, mommy, needa cum so bad it hurts," he whined. You knew he was close; you'd been teasing him for awhile. His body was flushed and his tip was bright red and leaking.

"Aw, my sweet boy is feeling needy, huh?" you kissed his forehead. "Let's get you off, yeah?" Kazutora whimpered as you returned to your ministrations. You pumped him faster, squeezing him higher. The lube you'd covered his pretty cock in made an obscene squelching noise that embarrassed Kazutora, but you only found it hotter.

"Feels so good mommy!" He was breathlessly whimpering, his hips bucking up to fuck your hand. Finally his body twitched as he cum, the hot release spilling down your hand and onto his tummy.

If you asked Mikey who his favorite person is-- Many expect probably Draken? Maybe his sister Emma? Or his other gang members who are his friends? They are all important to him.

But if you must really know? His favorite person in this damned world is his girl. His Y/n.

He loves everything about her. She's strong and has a sharp mouth. She's funny and beautiful. She's brave and loyal. Soft and caring.. If you were to look up at the night sky and see the stars, count them one by one, you'd count all the reasons as to why Mikey loves her.

He's absolutely obsessed! And he'll scream it to the world if he has to.

His perfect girl wrapped in a perfect package. A voice that melts his mind, a body that makes him crazy.

Your thighs are so soft, your hands are so dainty. Your lips are always so sweet.

But your tits? Oh fuck.. That's where his soul is at peace. Firm and soft, the best stress reliever when he's had a bad day. They fit so perfectly in his hands. They jump and giggle as you ride him. His thoughts lost to them as you heave out his name.

He loves when you pull on his hair as he suckles and leaves wet kisses on them. The way you moan his name when he flicks his tongue against your hardening nipples. Your breath staggered as he tried to leave as many marks as he could on them. He's even tried to spell out his own name on them.(though that didn't work out too well.)

He loves them so much.

Especially when he has you naked on your knees. Thighs shaking and breath stuttering. His cum leaks out of your used cunt. But he's still hard, still wanting his precious baby. Wanting her tits.

You whine and stick out your tongue. Using both your hands to squeeze your pretty boobs together. His cock lays hard between them, angry red tip peaking out and poking at your wet tounge.

You love his cock as much as he loves your tits.

He drags his hips back and forth. You try to squeeze your tits around him tighter. His head falls back with a curse while you lick the underside of his cock. The most sensitive spot.

He reaches down to help you hold your boobs. His hands engulfed yours as he squeezed your tits. His thrust becomes wild and uneven while he groans and lets out quiet moans.

You could feel his cock twitch before he covers your chest with his warm seed. Hot and sticky, you almost feel bad to have it all go to waste.

But Mikey knows his baby isn't wasteful. He's suddenly on his knees and licking up the mess on your tits. His tongue swirls on the creamy substance before his lips crash into yours. His hands on your tits as he kneads the flesh and gives you a taste.

you’ve never really seen each other as more than roommates—friends, at best, on the rare days he’s sane enough not to say something that makes him sound like a pervert or a full-blown psychopath.

“gagging already? it’s not even halfway, babe—come on, suck it like you mean it.”

who would’ve thought—five bottles of soju, a lost bet, and some pent-up tension later, and now you’re on your knees in the living room, eyes glassy, throat burning, and hands gripping his thighs like a lifeline.

he leans back against the couch, breath shallow, face flushed from both alcohol and the heat of it all. one hand rests lazily on your head, fingers weaving into your hair like he’s done this a thousand times, even though you both know this is new territory.

“shit,” he mutters, jaw slackening as he watches you struggle to take more. “you look so fucking good like that. eyes all watery, mouth stretched—fuck.”

you glare up at him the best you can with your lips around him, cheeks flushed from effort, shame, and a little bit of pride.

he laughs, low and tipsy, running a thumb across your cheekbone, catching a tear slipping out from the corner of your eye.

“y’know,” he drawls, slurring slightly, “i’ve seen your ass like—what, a hundred times? ‘s always when you're bending over for snacks or dropping your phone like a klutz—never thought i'd actually have you like this.”

he hisses when your tongue flicks just right.

“don’t give me attitude now,” he grins, breath stuttering. “you’re the one who got all cocky about losing. said you could take anything.”

you try to pull back—barely an inch—and he gently presses your head forward again.

“nah-uh. you’re already here, sweetheart,” he hums, voice warm with drunken satisfaction. “might as well prove it.”

your head swims, pulse thudding in your ears. you're both too tipsy for this to make sense—but not drunk enough to stop.

and from the way his grip tightens, his mouth slackens, and his words start to slur into near-groans, one thing’s painfully clear:

he’s enjoying the hell out of this—and he’s oh, so close.

you feel it the moment his body tenses—hips stuttering, breath catching in his throat like he’s trying not to fall apart right there. a low, broken groan spills from his mouth as he presses deeper, hand fisting in your hair.

“fuck—shit, shit—there, there—stay just like that,” he pants, voice wrecked as he finally cums, warm and sudden down your throat, making you choke on the sheer force of it.

you pull back with a gasp, coughing hard, strings of it slipping from your lips as you collapse onto the floor, one hand bracing yourself, the other shaking slightly.

your lungs burn. your throat’s a mess. your eyes sting from tears.

“hyuk—” you croak, barely able to speak, still half-gagging, half-breathless.

you don’t even get the chance to spit.

because he’s already on you.

he drops to his knees in front of you, messy hair, flushed face.

“fuck,” he breathes out, looking at you like you’re the most sinful, beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

and then—

he kisses you.

no hesitation.

mouth crashing onto yours, tongue greedy, tasting everything—your spit, your effort, himself.

you flinch in surprise, but he holds your jaw, deepening it like he means it, groaning against your lips like he’s addicted.

“you’re fucking insane,” you whisper, dazed, eyes fluttering open as he finally pulls back—only a breath away.

his grin is lazy, cocky, dangerous.

“you think i’m gonna waste a taste of me on the floor?” he smirks, wiping the corner of your lip with his thumb before licking it clean. “nah. i earned that.”

you blink, still coughing a little, still half-slumped on the carpet, and he’s already shifting—pulling you into his lap, hands roaming like he can’t stop touching.

“you good?” he asks, voice lower now, head tilting to study you. “need water? or are you gonna let me fuck you properly now?”

you stare at him.

“hyuk.”

“you sound like a child, woo.” you retorted, snuggling closer to him as he pulled you closer beside him. his arm draped over your shoulders, squishing the flesh of your arm lazily.

nights with him were always peaceful, not until the two of you found yourselves entangled in each other's bodies—desperately seeking for contact—but that was for another day, right?

moments later, your boyfriend would be turning older. his birthday should be a special occasion, not just spent like every other day of the year.

as the clock struck midnight, his phone immediately lit up with two notifications coming in from the sabbath crew groupchat.

you peek from your side, watching him reply to his birthday messages from joker and hyuk like it was nothing. you’ve met the two before; they were intimidating but still had their manners, especially the blue-haired guy.

to see them remember your boyfriend’s birthday warmed your heart, it goes to show how close the three are. however, that’s all he received at the moment, nothing else.

as wooin placed his phone on the nightstand, he turned to face you, holding your face like you were his prized possession.

“baby, guess what day it is.”

you sighed into a soft laughter, smiling as you wished, “happy birthday, you dummy.”

he cracked into a smirk before he closed in on you, guiding your face into a soft kiss that turned hungry within fractions of a second.

his lips moved with intent as his hand snaked from your jawline down your chest, touching you with ease. you pulled away first, catching your breath between your shiny lips.

he admired your flushed face, his eyes zeroing into the way your lips parted; swollen and wanting more.

“will you grant me my birthday wish tonight?” he asked, standing up from the bed as he removed his shirt.

you loved his body, a shame he always hid it under baggy clothes, but that meant it was for your eyes only.

“what do you wish for?” you watched as he approached you, spreading your legs open effortlessly before smacking your ass playfully.

“i wanna eat this cake right here.”

he said it like he meant business, but you bursted out laughing at his words.

“you’re ruining the mood, idiot.” you replied in between your laughs, wiping off the stray tear from your eye.

“come on, i’m serious. ‘wanna devour that, devour you.”

he stroked your inner thigh, his fingers making their way beneath your sleep shorts to meet your panties.

“is that seriously your wish? we do it almost… everytime we meet.”

“but it’s different. it’s my birthday, remember?”

he removed your shorts smoothly, tossing it onto the floor as his eyes caught the wet spot that formed on your panties.

“didn’t you say i ruined the mood? what’s this then, hm?”

his index pressed against the spot, rubbing it teasingly as the fabric dampens even more from his touch.

“shut up and just get on with it…”

“my pleasure.”

he tugged your panties down and hooked your legs over his shoulders, dipping his head down onto your slick core.

your boyfriend may not have a way with words, but fuck, he certainly puts that mouth to good use.

the way his split tongue danced across your clit drove you insane, making your thighs quiver in surrender. not to mention his damned tongue piercing; the steel ball brushed just nicely in your walls, eliciting soft moans of pleasure.

it felt rushed, desperate, eager, and you came before you knew it. after giving your pussy a few—almost reverent—licks after your first orgasm (of the night), he tugged you closer, his hands grabbing on your soft thighs.

he pressed his erection against your pussy deliberately, grinding his hips playfully as he spoke. “baby, i wanna see you ride me.”

you looked at him with half-lidded eyes, your orgasm almost putting you to sleep.

“tired already? it’s only been ten minutes.” he smirked, removing his boxers to reveal his painful hard-on.

“can’t you just fuck me normally?”

“aww, but it’s my birthday.”

you groaned internally, sitting up on the bed as you watched him lean against the headboard. he pat his thighs teasingly, as if you were a dog that was asked to sit.

and so, you did, rightfully on his lap.

your pussy lined against his cock, his leaking tip brushing over your clit. “no condom?”

“you already know what my answer is, baby.”

“you’re annoying.”

“and you love it.”

he grabbed your ass (or cake) as he watched you sink down onto his cock, the familiar warmth immediately earning a low breath from him.

“move, baby. i’m trying my best not to fuck you stupid right now.”

you listened, pawing his abs as you moved up and down on him. you bit your lip, the stretch and the way his tip hit your insides rendered you speechless.

“oh fuck- baby, you’re doing so well for me.” his eyes never left your body, watching his cock disappear into your pussy at a consistent pace.

his hands traveled onto your tits, lifting your shirt up and teasing them both. you finally caved in, moaning out loud as he latched his mouth onto your nipple, biting the sensitive flesh before sucking and rolling his tongue on it.

your hips moved faster in a frenzy, chasing the warmth and arousal that pooled within you. he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer against him as you grinded on him with a cry.

“haah, ‘gonna come–!”

“come for me, baby. shit– you’re perfect.”

you rested your head against his shoulder, moving your hips in desperation as you chased your orgasm.

with a loud, choked whimper, your body stilled, your pussy squeezing his cock through your orgasm. for a moment, he gave you a breather, petting down your soft hair before whispering in your ear,

“i’m not done yet, though.”

immediately, his hands grabbed your wrists and pinned them against your back, smirking at your startled expression. he began to thrust up, finally moving to satisfy himself as he cursed softly.

“fuck– so tight f’me, huh?” he watched as your tits bounced through your tank top before paying attention to your overwhelmed face.

and fuck, that spurred him on.

he moved with urgency yet precision, hitting your sweet spot painfully good. your words became incoherent, reduced to moans and whimpers that fell sweetly on his ears.

your pussy clenched again, impending a third orgasm that he immediately clocked onto as he used his free hand to rub your clit. you leaned forward, trying to escape his touch, but it resulted in a bearhug instead as he bounced you on his cock.

“gonna come inside you– fuck, baby.”

in hurried thrusts and deep groans, his cum shot into your walls, creaming your pussy white and slick.

he moved slower with each passing second before pulling out of you, catching his own breath. you collapsed onto the bed, your body shivering as you felt his cum drip out of your pussy.

your hands covered your eyes, but he pried them away slowly before meeting your lips in a soft, appreciative kiss.

“let’s take a bath together, yeah?” he suggested, and you nodded with a small smile.

“don’t wanna wash my icing off this cake though…”

you covered your face in feigned annoyance, hiding your uncontrollable smile beneath your hands. “just shut up and carry me to the bathroom already.”

“what if i want to be the one that’s carried?"

“excuse me?”

“birthday privileges, pretty. remember?”