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At Your Service

Pairing: BTS Yoongi/Suga (Doberman Pinshcer Hybrid) x Reader (human)

Genre: Fluff/ Slight Angst/ Smut/ Hybrid au/ Office worker (reader)/ Bodyguard au

Summary: Your Grandpa adopted him, ex-K-9 police dog hybrid, to kept the auto shop safe. He had to fulfill his viscous guard dog hybrid appeal, but he was putty in your hands. However, when an unexpected event happens you take ownership of Yoongi, your best friend…but when tensions build, will he want to stay with you?  

Words:10 K

Warnings: Death of character (family member), smut, knotting kink, oral (giving), switch/dom/sub, baby girl & baby boy, protection, cursing, and dirty talk. Rated 18+ (M)

A/N: Hi…I wanted to release this one shot as an intermediate while I’m working on other series. Thank you for being patient with me. This is supposed to be lighthearted~. Thank you for reading~ check out the other version to get a (slightly different perspective on this one shot!

Masterlist, Monsta X Shownu/Hyun-woo Version [Will be linked when issue is fixed, please access blog for mstlist]

The whine of drills and sparks singeing metal played in harmony with the sound of heavy rainfall. The toxic combination of gasoline, oil and fresh water bit at his sensitive nose. However, with the years spent in the auto shop the familiar smells have become comforting. He leaned against the steel service door frame, watching and guarding the entrance protecting the mechanics inside. The rain was thundering against the rooftop and metal awning shading the service doors. He closed his eyes, resting them just for a moment letting his six sense take over, as he was lulled by the cascading waterfall off the awning.

Wet footsteps sloshed against the asphalt, a new sound against the normal industrial noises. The shuffling of a paper bag accompanied the hurried steps. Inconspicuously, a floppy ear perked up towards the sound and when it got closer he pried open an eye. She was wrapped up tightly in a hoodie with her arms struggling over a large bag in her hands. She ran through the parking lot like she was running away from rolling lava. She broke thought he waterfall, her hoodie getting drenched, and pulled the hood of her hoodie back breathing a sigh of relief. He watched the pink and rosy burn on her cheeks and the tip of her nose. A smile radiated from her at him momentarily stopping Yoongi’s heart.

He closed his eye again, but a huff left you noticing his passive attitude. You pulled out a smaller bag out of the bigger paper bag you were carrying with a sly smile. You approached the grumpy, but docile pinscher. He seemed like a quite one with his stoic exterior, but he could yapp at times like a chihuahua. Yoongi put of this pretense of being an aggressor, a force to be reckoned with, but he melted like putty when it came to pets. He was all bark no bite…at least when it came to you.

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COLLAR’S OUT. myg + jjk

PAIRING. jungkook x reader x yoongi

GENRE. polyamory. threesome. married life.

WARNINGS. sub yoongi. dom jungkook. dom oc. mxm. pain/pleasure kink. oral (female and male receiving). rimming. fisting. anal play. ball gags. praise kink. cock ring. cum play. possessiveness. yoongi just wants to be a good boy.

WORD COUNT. 9k

SUMMARY. after three kids, you and your two husbands still enjoy setting up a scene, especially because yoongi loves to get his collar on and be a good boy for both you and jungkook.

The collar’s sitting on your bedside table when you get home from work. Its worn, brown leather is rich and inviting in the dying sunlight, and you know what it means. All three of you do. It means Yoongi wants to scene, needs to scene. You’ve noticed his shortness of temper over the last few days, the way he’s gone to bed just after the kids.

You strip out of your work clothes and pull on something more comfortable just as Minhyung rounds the corner. He’s just learning to walk and should in no way be wandering the upstairs alone. He must have opened the baby gate, again.

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Peppermint Mocha (m)

Summary: A week in the college life with seven boyfriends.

Pairing: Namjoon/Reader, Jin/Reader, Yoongi/Reader, Hoseok/Reader, Jimin/Reader, Taehyung/Reader, Jungkook/Reader

Warnings: fluff fest, you are advised to visit the dentist following consumption, sub!jungkook, sub!jimin, sub!taehyung, switch!hobi, sub!namjoon (ish), sub!jin, sub!yoongi, handjobs, cock rings, vibrators (anal), oral (male), dry humping, multiple orgasms 

Length: 4.9k

Notes: WHEW i finally finished shdsskd i’m never using google docs ever again, formatting never saves and i had to manually fix the spacing and italicizing i’m scarred for life. i hope this lives up to expectations and i’m sorry it took so long but now i’m gonna disappear for a bit to do midterms lmao lmk what you think!!

College!AU - Film major!Jin (Master’s), photography major!Tae, graphic design & photography double major!JK, philosophy & history double major!Joon, performing dance major!Hobi, contemporary dance major!Jimin, music composition major!Yoongi, unspecified major!reader

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Monday, 8:01 AM

“Baby.” A small moan escaped your throat as you snuggled in closer, chasing the warmth that tugged at you.

“Baby, you need to wake up.” Gentle fingers brushed at your cheeks and you nuzzled into the touch as palms cupped your face. “Baby.” Amusement laced his tone, and you knew he was smiling down at you.

Peeking through one eye, lips pouting as you lifted one finger to poke into those infuriatingly gorgeous dimples, Namjoon grinned. “Time for class, baby girl.”

Groaning, you let yourself drop back onto the mattress, watching as he stood. He was already fully dressed for the day, with dark washed jeans, a fitted black turtleneck, silver wristwatch and thin framed lenses that perched on his nose. You melted a bit when he leaned in to press a kiss against your temple. The man looked like he’d stepped out of a fall edition magazine. “Coffee’s on the table, see you at 2.” Namjoon grabbed his keys from the nightstand, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder as he made his forever timely morning exit. 

“Namjoonie-hyung gone?” You hummed in response as you slipped from the bed, dropping a quick kiss to Jimin’s cheek as you made your way to the bathroom. “Where’s Kook?”

“Still sleeping,” he replied, trailing after you. You relaxed into his hold as you brushed your teeth, him resting his chin on the grove of your shoulder, arms wrapped snugly around your stomach. Moving through the remainder of your skin care routine, Mondays were always a little more bearable with Jimin playfully swiping cream onto your nose, running a brush gently through your hair as you washed your face.

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“You have a talent for making Yoongi want the craziest of things. Such as eat sour candy or take a strap up his butt.

Alternatively: A story about how you pegged your husband.”

Pairing: husband!Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: Smut, married life!AU, domestic!AU

Warnings: sub!Yoongi, dom!Reader, first time trying out pegging, spooning, hand holding, oral (m.recieving), rimjobs, anal fingering, body worshipping, praise, they are in love, Yoongi being a shy cutie

Wordcount: 8.2k

a/n: y’all Min Yoongi’s ass though. Also lmao I put way too much effort into this header hsfh I even made the lil peach jsjdj 👀 I hope you guys enjoy this lil story, I had a blast working on it 🥴💜

You and your husband had a routine at night. First shared dinner on the couch and some Netflix. Then separate showers, but shared brushing off your teeth. And then you both crawl back into your little corners of the house and do the things introverts do when they are alone. Which in your case was catching up with all your favourite Youtubers while doing relaxing yoga stretches. And in your husband’s case was music, be it write it, listen to it or make it.

And then one, sometimes two, hours later you meet in bed again, lying next to each other and looking through your phones and sharing perfect silence.

Then one of you would stop looking at their phone first and lie down to sleep. You would kiss the other on the lips and wish them a good night before rolling over and closing your eyes. 

It was the perfect night time routine for you and your husband liked it too. It was calm and relaxing and with the right amount of shared domestic loveliness. 

Tonight it was your turn to give up first. You place down your turned off phone on the nightstand and move to face your husband. He hasn’t noticed you yet, having his back turned to you and resting in his favourite position as he looks through his phone. Fatal position with his left hand lodged between his knees. It makes him look so small and tiny and you think he is very cute like that. You shimmy closer, draping your arm across his waist and cuddling into his back.

At that he reacts, purring deeply. He sneaks a short glance your way. 

“I’m tired”, you tell him. 

“Mhm-hm, do you mind if I stay on the phone a little longer?” he asks, putting his phone down for now. He turns in your arms just enough that he can look at you when you are speaking.

“Of course not”, you say and lean closer to peck his soft lips, “but I’m off now." 

"Okay. Sleep tight, beautiful”, he says, kissing your lips.

“You too, handsome”, you say, pecking his lips one last time before dropping your head into the pillows and burying your face into his hair. 

You sigh happily and close your eyes. He is already looking into his phone again, features glowing blue from the display while his back is getting warmed up by your body.

Perfect. He is so warm and cuddly and smells so nice. This is the perfect way to fall asleep. Now all you need to do is relax and stop your brain from concentrating on his butt. It is so round and warm and snug against your crotch. Has it always been that round and warm and snug? 

You shift a little, rubbing your groin against his butt as you move. It is seriously so round and warm and snug. And so squishy.

You reach out and touch the side of his hip. You wiggle back and forth. So round. You roll against him. There is so much butt against your groin right now. You squeeze his hip and roll against him again. So much butt. 

“What are you doing?” Yoongi breaks the silence, carrying slight amusement in his deep voice.

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“Yoongi likes to pretend that he only lets you fuck him because you are the one who wanted it. You are hellbound on showing him that you have long seen past his lies.” 

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader 

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut 

Warnings: sub!Yoongi, dom!Reader, slightly bratty!Yoongi, pegging, anal fingering, prostate massages, rimjob, blowjob, biting kink, hand holding, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), forced orgasms, male squirting (yes that’s a thing look it up), kitten as a nickname, corruption kink, dirty talk, he likes to pretend that he isn’t a fan of it just so she can fuck him harder, breaking news he is very into it and also very sensitive, he’s sleepy afterwards & it’s cute

Wordcount: 5.9k

a/n: This idea blossomed in my mind after I mentioned SA!Yoongi’s sensitive butt in the piano teacher story. This is my tribute to this idea 🥴💗

You and Yoongi are in a bit of a situation tonight. It started off weeks ago when you tried to touch his butt during a blowjob but he pretended not to like it. It then haunted you for countless nights until it finally became unbearable. 

Which leads us to the situation of tonight. The night was cold and dark, but inside Yoongi’s bedroom it was warm and cozy. The fireplace was lit as were the candles on his impressive collection of candlesticks. The air smelled like the roses you picked for him in the greenhouse this morning. They were pink and Yoongi accepted them with a flustered expression.  Your body enjoyed the freedom of being nude. Yoongi enjoyed it too. It was a precious sight, one you don’t get to see often and also one that only you get to see. You treasure it greatly. You know the trust he puts in you by giving himself to you in such vulnerable ways. And truly, Yoongi was such a beautiful man.

Especially when he is underneath you and has his legs spread and is in the middle of taking two of your heavily lubed-up fingers up his ass.

You stare at his face with widened eyes, moving your fingers in and out of him just to test the waters. He feels nice. Warm and really soft and his rim is squeezing you nicely. 

“How’s that?” you ask him. 

“Not bad”, he says, carrying a neutral expression. 

You were the one to convince him about tonight. Yoongi told you that he will do it, just so he can prove to you that he isn’t into it. And you told him that you will prove to him that he was just pretending. Thirty minutes later and now here you were. 

Yoongi on his back and with his head supported by the finest of pillows as he takes two fingers. And you between his legs and with your heart racing as you feed him said fingers.

You do it more, moving in and out of him until your fingertip is the only thing still keeping him stuffed. Pretty, but prettier when buried inside. You glide back inside quickly, watching out for any change of expression with him. 

You repeat it. And repeat it again and again until it finally turns into a skilled pattern. 

“And that?”

“Mhm yeah, it’s okay”, he says nonchalantly. 

This is so suspicious. Yoongi is a little bit too nonchalant about the situation. You know that type of behaviour. It’s what he always does when he likes something a lot, but he doesn’t want to show it. 

You curl your finger. Yoongi sucks in air, looking blissed-out for just a second before he gains back control. 

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🥞🧃Breakfast, is served.

Pairings: Sub!yoongi×Dom!reader

Warnings: starts fluffy, ends smutty. Thigh fuck, edging, reader has chubby thighs, mention of reader having no thigh gap (can you tell this is a self insert??) Oral, mrecieving, cum swallowing and I think that's about it, lmk if I missed any.

Genre: smut

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It was a chill thursday morning, you both have a day off due to a national holiday.

You don't ever remember the last time you and yoongi woke up in each other's arms without not having the dawning realization that you're both late due to missed alarms.

Presently, it's 11am and soft morning light seeps in through your curtains.

You wake up to his strong veiny arm around your waist and his leg swung over your hip, trapping you as the small spoon under the covers. The warmth of the covers effortlessly took you back to dreamland.

After what probably was 30 more minutes, you wake and make an effort to stay awake. Yoongi was still asleep.

"You looks so very cute right now" you think to yourself, smiling internally as you adore him in his peaceful slumber.

You feel so safe around yoongi.

Hopping off the bed, you head to the bathroom to freshen up and start your day.

After completing your morning skincare, you make way to the kitchen to make some breakfast for you and him, putting on the thriller podcast you were listening to in the background.

While you prepare the waffle batter for yourself and the pancake batter for him, you hear the shuffling of feet and a fresh-from-sleep-messy-hair-yoongi comes into view.

You look at him and make eye contact, recieving a lazy smile from him as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

You turn your attention back to the task at hand, when you feel hands on your waist and his head on your shoulder; which, quite frankly, surprised you.

Yoongi was never this affectionate so early into the start of his day. Neither were you. Which is, very understandable in itself.

What truly shocks you is when he nuzzles his head on your shoulder and lets out a hum, making your eyebrow raise in confusion.

"Whatever" you think to yourself and shrug it off, back to focusing on the breakfast when you felt his backhug tighten leaving almost no space between you two.

Then, you felt it. Something poking your underbutt.

You smirk to yourself, amused at the situation and move around a bit, "accidentally" rubbing up against yoongi.

His breathing picked up a bit.

"Love you do know, you can tell me you need me whenever wherever instead of giving signs?" You end your sentence with a chuckle; and you swore you heard a small whimper from him.

"Can I?" He asks, moments later. Yoongi's voice still raspy from the sleep.You simply nod in approval.

Your back is still to him when you hear the shuffling of clothes and the ever–familiar sound of him spitting into his own hand to use it as lube.

Positioning himself in between your thighs, he sighs due to the lack of friction simply because you chose to wear shorts to sleep last night.

This was one of those rare times you were happy that you had absolutely no thigh gap whatsoever.

Feeling him thrust up, you rub your thighs together, earning a gasp (which was more of a moan) from him.

Hearing him pant from behind you as holds onto your waist for dear life was entertaining to say the least.

Your hand reaches up to his head in the crook of your neck and your fingertips caress his scalp.

As you flip over the last pancake from the pan, you feel him nearing his climax.

"Be a good boy and hold back from it for a bit, will you?" You say in a low tone, eliciting a nod from him.

"Words baby" you warn, clenching your thighs.

"Y-yes" yoongi manages to get out between gasps.

He was so good. Listening to you when everything about his body language was begging him to cum already.

Turning off the stove, you set aside the last pancake and push him back.

He stumbles and stabilizes himself against the kitchen island, looking at you with his brows furrowed and a desperate look in his eyes.

You move towards him and get on your knees, almost eye-level with his angry pinkish-red tip smeared with his own spit and precum, awaiting stimulus.

You look up at him, only to find him looking down at you with blown out pupils and looking like he'd start crying if you edged him anymore.

Yoongi shuddered and his grip on the table counter got firmer as he felt you engulf him.

Your hot mouth welcomed him as your tongue started feeling him up, tracing the veins that adored his length.

His breaking point was when you focused on applying pressure on that specific spot under the tip. He started moaning like crazy and started thrusting up.

One of Yoongi's shaky hand reached down and gathered the hair that had fallen on your face and held it in a make-shift ponytail, gripping it firmly enough just to keep it out of the way but not pull on your roots.

Spit had started to dribble out the sides of your mouth and down your chin at this point, where you just sat and let yoongi use your throat; occasionally letting your teeth graze against it.

"Oh fuck–oh fuck—____ I'm gonna-" he tries to warn you, his words cut-off as you hum in approval, knowing what was to happen. That vibration shot straight to his dick and he came. He came with a shout of your name as his eyes crossed and rolled back.

You swallowed it, swallowed it all and wiped your lips clean.

Standing up, you grab the neckline of his white long-sleeved tshirt and pull him in for a kiss.

Yoongi let a moan slip as you playfully bit his lower lip.

"Breakfast, is served" you say as you pull away.

Misbehaving Demons Get Edged

Kinktober day 03

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: strong language, technically tongue is wearing eyeliner and lip gloss but it’s only mentioned once oops, yoonie’s a lil devil, explicit sexual content; sub!yoongi, dom!reader, punishment, handjob, edging, overstimulation, cum eating

Requested by ; anonymous

“You should have behaved.” You sighed, tone laced with disappointment.

Yoongi could only offer a weak, rasping whimper in response from where he was sprawled on the mattress below you, still garnished in his half assed devil costume. A red headband with two little devil horns, a red windbreaker over a black t-shirt, and a plastic pitch fork, all of which were long ago discarded somewhere on your bedroom floor. It was a costume that turned out to be surprisingly fitting, considering...

“Oh fuck— oh fuck, I- I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He was shaking, trembling uncontrollably beneath the pressure of your relentless touch. It was so much. The red hot pleasure laced with the perfect amount of pain. Being pushed to the brink over and over and over again until it felt like the lightest caress would make him explode, only to have it torn out so mercilessly from beneath him. Sweat pooled across his tensed stomach, glistening above his furrowed brow.

The tension in his muscles was palpable beneath your palms, his thighs still quivering fiercely in the destructive aftermath of his last denied orgasm. Sighing in mock disappointment, you traced a single finger up a prominent vein, rousing a violent shudder to wrack his exhausted live wire of a body. The corners of your lips swirled into a taunting smirk as he whimpered out a breathless, “oh god.”

“Is that all you have to say for yourself, baby?” You frowned lightly, taking a sadistic enjoyment in the way he sobbed out weakly, hips stuttering upwards when you drew your hand away from him for the umpteenth time in the last hour. “After how you acted, how you embarrassed not only me but yourself as well in front of all of our friends… it’s going to take a lot more than a pathetic excuse of an apology to make up for it.”

“What do you want me d-do?” He groaned loudly, head falling back into the pillows, eyes squeezing tightly shut. You hummed thoughtfully, drawing invisible designs across the pale flesh of his toned thighs, long ago stripped bare of those sexy, tight fitting black jeans that hugged his cute little ass in all the right ways. The gentleness of the ministrations roused rows goosebumps across his exposed skin, a soft sigh falling from his mouth. “I’ll do anything.”

“You’re so desperate.” You scoffed.

“I am.” He admitted shamelessly, eyes fluttering, lips parting as your fingers inches closer and closer to where he needed it most. You laughed softly at his confession, not missing the lightest of curls at the corners of his mouth.

“God— look what you do to me.” He whined, lifting his head to look down at his throbbing, twitching cock, spilling pale, glistening precum over his pulsing head. “I need it so bad it fucking hurts, y/n. It hurts so fucking bad.”

You sunk your teeth into your lower lip, admiring the way his large, veiny hands curled into the thick, grey sheets beneath him, shaking with the effort of not grabbing hold of his dick and finishing himself off.

“Hmm… that not what you were telling your little friends earlier…” you muttered, swiping a finger through the pool of precum gathered on his belly. He whimpered apologetically at the reminder of his earlier behavior.

“I wasn’t thinking straight.” He pouted down at you, closing his legs around the shape of your body. “They were being assholes so then I started acting like an asshole, and I just—” he exhaled noisily through his nose, jutting his bottom lip out further as he reached for you, “I’m sorry, baby. I’m really sorry.”

Hope flashed across his pretty features as you suddenly leaned forward, face approaching his. Instinctively, his eyes fluttered shut, lips pressing out in hopes of meeting yours halfway.

“Sorry isn’t good enough.”

A shattered moan rushed from his lips as you wrapped your hand around him once again, immediately setting a mind numbing pace. His arms gave out beneath him, and he collapsed onto the mattress with a shout of your name. You almost moaned at the sight of his eyes rolling to the back of his skull, brows knitting together tightly as he was overwhelmed with the sudden, overwhelming rush of pleasure through his veins, almost disorienting in its intensity.

He wasn’t going to last. He was not going to last. It was written clear as day across his face, embedded in the way that he was squirming and shaking and whimpering beneath you like a poor little bitch in heat. He was usually reluctant to make noises like that, and it, more often than not, took a lot of coaxing to get those pretty whines and whimpers out of him. But now, on the verge of losing his mind from the amount of edging he’d endured, all you needed to do was caress his flushed tip and he was moaning your name like the most sinful of prayers. And god, if you didn’t love the way it sounded on his rose petal lips.

His hands leapt up to grip tightly at your arms. “Y/n,” he barely managed to choke out your name between deep, rasping moans that wracked through the entirety of his being, “p- please, y/n, I—” his head was shaking, but the words were quickly lost beneath a high, gasping whimper. Nonetheless, you got the message loud and clear.

“It’s alright, my little devil,” you cooed, the mocking pitch in your words only thrusting him that much closer to his impending release, “you can come.”

The utter disbelief that flash across his face roused a low chuckle from the base of your chest. “Go ahead, gorgeous.”

That was all the confirmation he needed.

“Fuck, that’s it.” You groaned softly, snagging your lip between your teeth and watching in amazement as his high crashed over him, abrupt and intense, consuming every waking part of him in molten fever. He fumbled to spit out broken fragments of your name, whining and moaning and losing himself in the euphoric sensation. His hot, sticky release spilled over your closed fist, dripping down your knuckles and slipping through your fingers. You couldn’t help the quiet moan that pulsed from your lips at the glorious sight of him; dark eyeliner smudged and gloss smeared at the corners of his mouth, swollen tears glistening at the rims of his eyes.

“God you are so fucking pretty,” you growled roughly, unable to restrain yourself any longer as you dropped your head, slotting your lips into his. The kiss was sloppy and fast, borderline savage in your shared desperation. He whimpered when you took his tongue between your lips and sucked, long fingers weaving through your hair, frantically tugging you closer.

But even as his high receded, he noticed your hand hadn’t let up. There was a twinge in his gut, something he recognized as the sting of over sensitivity. He gasped, eyes shooting open, fingers tightening in your hair. “Y/n— what are you— I already— oh!”

“Think you can cum again for me, baby?” You asked, a wicked smirk lighting up your features.

He immediately shook his head. But you could see the glow of excitement and curiosity beginning to burn in his eyes. “I c-can’t.” He stuttered, gaze flashing noncommittally between your dangerous mouth and where you gripped his already hardening cock.

“I think you can.” You hummed your disagreement, sliding your thumb over his come soaked tip. The sensation rippled through his body in thick, hot tendrils, forcing open his jaws and pulling at the last strings of his sanity.

“Oh— oh my fuck— I can’t, y/n, I’ll fucking die, I swear—” you laughed at his familiar dramatics, squeezing your fingers around him before setting a steady, rhythmic pace.

Even if it was slower than any of your previous ministrations, the effects it had on him were ten times more intense, no doubt escalated by the hot aftershocks of his first orgasm still running through his veins. And it wasn’t long at all until the burn of over sensitivity melted into searing ecstasy, bubbling mercilessly in his blood. His swollen lips gaped, teary eyes staring desperately into yours, pleading silently. But, it wasn’t for mercy. No— no. He wanted more. He wanted all of it. He wanted you to wreck him, ruin him, break him in every way imaginable.

Fuck. He needed it.

“Please, y/n— fuck, fuck, fuck please. Please, y/n. I wanna come for you. Let me come for you. Please, please.”

He rarely, if ever, begged you like that. So hearing those words— in that desperate, imploring whimper, so shameless and wanting, it hit you right where it hurt, and you found yourself giving in quite a bit sooner than you initially intended to.

“Come for me.”

The demand shot straight into his swollen, trembling dick. And then he was coming, somehow even harder than the first time. His head was thrown back into the pillows as he sobbed violently, muscles quivering and tensing, spasming beneath the wrath of his second high.

Your name never sounded as beautiful as it did in that moment, spilling from those rose petal lips.

Grinning, you finally relented, releasing his spent cock from your grasp. You raised your come soaked hand, bringing your fingers to his mouth. Without missing a beat, he happily accepted them, gently kitten licking his salty release off the pads of your digits. You moaned softly, combing your free hand through his thick black locks.

“That’s my pretty little devil.”