hey diva! ate down with the twitter links but it would be nice to see some darker skinned ones </3 was excited to see some ambessa and sevika but it was just white people βΉοΈ
i know im sorry tinka π i was just trying to get some thing out bc i didnt post in a while!! i was thinking that those would be the type of mannerisms she would have though
here are more accurate ones!
luv u for that queen.
The holidays on base were usually hardβbut this year felt especially hard. No one was able to even request leave due to the upcoming mission and this would be the first year youβve spent without being remotely close to your family, and it hurt..a lot.
Mature content
Tick-tick-tick.
You woke up to the sound of a clock ticking. You found your chubby self tied up on a chair, with duct tape, your breast perking out of the binds.
Someone is across from you.
She is sitting in front of you, on her own chair, the back part in front, her legs spreading. She moved her dark blue coat up on her shoulders, hiding her gray tank top underneath.
She grinned at you.
βHey chubby,βΒ she cooed, clearly trying to get a reaction out of you.
Maybe you scowled at her or maybe you were just like βhey, Iβm chubby I canβt help it.β
She threw her chair, moving it out the way, before approaching you,
Her light brown hair hung over one of her eyes. She pushed the strands back, behind her ear, and then you saw it.
A clock.
IN HER EYE.
She grinned at you, clearly amused by your reaction.She tapped her clock eye with a nail, while it continued to tick- in her eye.
βYou like it?β She asked.
She circled around you like a predator,
βW...who?β You began to ask.
βClockwork,βΒ she answered, placing her hands on your shoulders, almost immediately making you flinch,Β βHi, sweetheart~!β Her hair tickled the back of your neck. She traced her fingers down your shoulders, then to the back of your chair.
She tilted it back, making you whimper.
βOooh, I like those sounds,β she said, lecherously.
Balancing the chair on one leg, she twirled it around a few times, and you saw her and the room spinning.
You groaned.
It suddenly stopped, and your head tried to catch up with what just happened. When the world finally slowed down, Clockwork was staring down at you, mischievously.
Her black boot came in-between your legs, making you flinch.
She leaned in close, and kissed your lips gently- like a butterfly fluttering onto a flower. Then suddenly it got rougher. Her jacket nearly fell off, as she pushes your shoulders, causing the chair to tip back with a thud, your head taking the impact. Her breasts were in your face.
You felt warm liquid trickle from the back of your head to your neck.
Blood.
She roughly pushes a hand into your pants, while suddenly holding a pocket knife to your throat.
βNo-NO,β You cried.
βYES-Β YES,βΒ she contradicted, before throwing her head back and laughing.
Her hands were callus and rough compared to her soft face- and the texture of her hands made you more wet.
You were struggling against your duct tape binds, your breasts bouncing in circles, as you were lead to the end of an orgasm- but she suddenly stopped. You groaned.
βHold on girly,βΒ she cooed.
She pulled her hand out, spat on it, then put it back in and then- fingered you hard.
It was a painful throbbing up your uterus, over and over again. The chair creaked as her arm moved, and her hair tickled your shoulder.
You listened to her clock eye tick while this all happened and slowly lost consciousness.
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I'm 1000% convinced this would be Ghost after a mission. He's just so touch starved and needs to feel skin against skin.
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Summary β a compilation of headcanons about how readerβs Eastern European background would affect interactions with Task Force 141 during an undercover mission together.
Tags/Warnings β Gn!reader, Eastern European!reader (obviously), Platonic!TF141, fluff, mostly.
A/n β RUSSIANS DNI (this is a personal boundary, so I ask you to respect it, if you donβt like it just scroll past this post). Very self-indulgent. Just showing more love to my fellow Eastern European readers. Since it is mostly based on my own experience growing up as a Ukrainian, Iβm sorry if certain things donβt resonate with you! This whole thing was made for fun and fun only.
βTask Force 141 x young!reader
βSummary: more headcanons with your team as you being chaotic
βWarnings: none
yeah, I didn't finish my brainstorm and I bring more things from this sudden idea π«£
β Listen, you have a lot of problems.
β And we are not talking about your jokes about death biting your ass anymore.
β Price's going to go bald before he retires, how the hell are you still alive today? It is a mystery to them.
β Everyone noticed during a mission where they had to stay in a safe house for a few weeks that you had the same concentration as a fly, empty thoughts behind your eyes lost in a distant point of reality.
β You looked like another person when you were a simple civilian, Gaz had to pull you so you wouldn't get run over a couple of times for not looking at the traffic lights.
β Price needs to put on videos of crunchy slime or Subway Surfers so you could hear what he was saying, (Soap won't admit that it also helps him focus).
β They discovered that you can sleep in any position, seriously, whether it's standing up, in the bathtub, your body bent in an unusual way, now they understand why you complain so much about back pain.
β Everyone looks in silence when they give you little impulses to do stupid things, like, last time you were walking to see the area and you found a woman walking her dog, you asked her if you could pet it and when she said yes you pet the woman instead of the dog, Ghost dragged you away murmuring an apology.
β The following days they decided that you would stay at home, they simply fed your stupidity, every time they arrived you received them with the phrase 'where have you been, loca?' while playing a wolf howl in the background.
β Luckily it was time to return to the base, during the trip you were listening to music, despite having your headphones you had the volume so high that everyone could hear it, Soap stuck to you because he liked what you were listening, the others decided to drown out the noise with some light talk.
β Once you returned to the base you relaxed, returning to your working state, you focused again, which relieved all.
β One day they decided that you needed a nickname since everyone had it except you, so they began to investigate your record as a cadet and even your years in the military school.
β You kicked and fought because you were something else a while ago, but it was inevitable to find an old report where it said that you were violent with some classmates.
β And in your anger for probably some nonsense, you ended up biting the ankles of a guy, or a group of guys, or even one of your lieutenants...
β Soap and Gaz cried with laughter because there was a video of what was evidenced and you looked like a rabid chihuahua attacking its worst enemy.
β Nibbles, at least it was temporary because you didn't entirely agree with the nickname.
β Since you were now known like that, you went from friendly punches to friendly bites.
β Once you got kidnapped and you returned to the base the next day because your captors couldn't stand having you sing old Justin Bieber songs or listening to you talk about all your obsessions, they tried to cover your mouth but you just kept making too much noise, the information was not worth it.
β You arrived in the middle of the meeting they had to prepare the rescue, having the courage to enter the room asking who they were trying to rescuing.
β Price casually replied that they were looking for you until he did a double take, realizing you were there.
β You were buried in a mass of muscles after the realization.
β When you're depressed at random times (because you don't understand how your brain works and you feel bad out of nowhere), everyone will quickly notice, like even though you're not the most talkative person all the time, you usually drop some stupid comment, but on your bad days you are simply a piece of flesh and bones that walks without knowing where it's going.
β The first time they saw you like this they tried to do something to cheer you up, Price gave you a few days off hoping your mood wasn't due to work overload, he even wrote some of your reports.
β Soap bought stickers and decorations to your liking to decorate your prosthesis, he also told you that he could draw you a design to have your personalized arm.
β Gaz tried to talk to you but you just didn't want to open your mouth, he chose to just keep you silent company, maybe you hug him, you need a little physical support.
β Ghost will leave objects scattered around knowing that you would find them, knowing that they were things that you liked or had been looking for (because the poor guy always has to pick up what you forget around the common room).
β Nothing seemed to work until a stray kitten snuck in and lit up your face, so the easy answer was any baby animal would brighten your day, it was free therapy.
β You once dyed the boys' clothes pink by accident, but at least you told them that now they could go see Barbie with you.
β You promised you'd take them to see Oppenheimer, and that's why they agreed.
β You created a group chat just to send shitpost and teach them the meme path.
β Price just leaves it on seen, Ghost has the group muted, Gaz answers from time to time and Soap is the most active, he learns fast about today's shitpost.
β You really resist the urge to trim Price's beard to make it heart-shaped.
β You use the radio to sing parts of songs when you take too long to jump into action, Price scolds you for it.
β You complain that he seems constantly in a bad mood and you open a profile for him on every dating app you know, even on Grindr.
β You found Ghost's profile browsing Tinder and Soap's profile on Grindr... you decided to use it as a weapon in case you needed any favors.
β Gaz caught you red-handed, but you made a deal and he wouldn't say anything if he can profit from the manipulation.
β You hide it like you're hiding war crimes.
β Why does Price have so many likes from single moms?
jean x thick!reader headcannons
sexual themes, smut, comfort, fluff.
jean LOVESSS your thighs, hips, waist, stomach, everything. heβs just really that typa person.
and love is literally an understatement. he adores them, worships them, this man will get on his knees for you, just to grab them.
he hates it whenever youβre like βbaby, you think theyβre too thick? like be for real.β because he loves them so much.
βhell nah they not too thick.β heβd say before rubbing them. βlook at em. like jello.β
everywhere you go, his hands would have to be on your thighs. in the car, chilling on the couch, eating, eating, at a party, or any fancy dinner where he has to chance to sit right beside you.
he canβt resist them, asking for pics of them every time heβs out with his group or just not around you.
he loved squeezing them, just to make you jump a little and get your reaction
kissing your lips, your right thigh, then your left thigh whenever he was about to leave the house for a couple hours or minutes.
and he loves your waist.
he loves the way his scratch marks are on there every week, or couple of days if heβs really feening for you. but when isnβt he?
and he loves rubbing your belly, if youβre cuddling or something, heβll randomly put his hand there and just start rubbing and every time you tell him to stop heβll refuse.
he loves laying on your thighs, stomach, everything. and as much as he thinks it annoys you sometimes, he canβt help himself.
and when you sit on his lap, he loses control, but always tries to keep his cool, especially in public.
βdamn.β heβd think to himself sometimes, staring right at it.
normally, in the comfort of your own home, heβd just pull you back to where your back was against his chest with a blunt in his left hand, slipping his right hand under your shirt and into your bra.
but in public, it was a whole different thing. he tried his best not to get hard at the sensation of you sitting directly on his lap, not even on his thigh. and when you glanced back at him with that βinnocentβ ass look on your face, heβd give you almost a death stare before a small smile would creep on his face.
or when youβd walk in front of him and your hips moved gracefully with every step you took.
he just couldnβt get enough the chubbiness of some parts of your body. your arms, thighs, ass, cheeks, waist, and even when heβd catch a glance of your hip dips.
it was like even when you werenβt teasing him, you were teasing him. wearing his boxers, or those lace panties which youβd eventually have to get a new pair of, around the house.
and when your spaghetti strap shirt hugged just perfectly, showing all your curves and special spots. he just couldnβt keep his eyes off of you.
and what he liked best was when you tried to get all mad at him over anything he did, even if he knew he was the reason you got mad, promise heβd always handle that shit.
βah..! fuckkk..!β your eyebrows furrowed as he rammed, just balls deep into you, as nothing but wet and rapid sounds of your skin clapping against his own filled both of your ears. he sucked in air through his teeth and shook his head. βnah, yo ass was getting all mad earlier, repeat what you was saying.β he mumbled, exhaling smoke from his nose while he stared down at the way your ass and thighs moved from the impact.
you drove him fucking crazy.
tears formed at the corners of your eyes, gripping the sheets, swearing you felt them tear from the force, or maybe that was you.
βbabyβ¦ mhh.. i donβt think i can take itβ¦β you whined and whimpered, trying to get him to at least slow down. you suddenly felt a sharp sting on your ass, making you jump and moan louder. βp..please..!β you bit your lip, as you felt him dig his nails into your hips, pulling you back with each thrust he pulled off. βyou feel so good ma, damn.β he whispered, ignoring your cries and pleas.
besides, you knew what happened when you got an attitude with him.
and when you were both on cloud 10, higher than youβve ever been, or thatβs what you two always thought, he loved it.
laying his head in between your thighs while lightly pulling at the ankle bracelet you wore. his eyes fixed on the tv, watching whatever cartoon you always thought was funny as hell when you were stoned and done.
or when one of his hands rested underneath your thigh and your calf, raising your knee a little higher than the other one, which he just let you rest up by yourself, while he rubbed on it.
he kissed the inside of your thigh, giving you your daily/weekly hickeys before biting on some spots.
you rested yourself on your hands, wanting to have a better view of him as you panted a little, biting your lip and rolling your eyes to the back of your head as soon as he kissed your clit, licking and sucking while your juices filled his tongue, stringing when he pulled away a little before continuing his normal routine.
he treated your pussy like your lips, you knew that much. slipping his tongue inside and slowly moving it around before taking it out and kissing at it again.
βmmβ¦ faster.. please.β you mumbled softly while the wet sounds filled the room, like always. jean lazily looked up at you as you moved your hips softly against his mouth, sticking one of his fingers inside of you and curling it right before pulling, not all the way out, but just enough to make you twitch a little when he pushed it back in.
he continued to suck and lick, listening to the way your soft moans filled the room. you used one of your hands to run your fingers through his hair, pushing his head closer to increase the pleasure. and each time, heβd let you.
removing his finger from your already swollen pussy, moving his arms underneath your thighs to massage your waist and hips while continuing to tongue fuck you.
and with his pink, sometimes red, low eyes, lashes looking prettier than usual, he loved the sight of you, whining to get through the pleasure.
βpaint my face real pretty, mama.β he mumbled against you, as you pushed to do exactly what he said, nearly suffocating him as your thighs tightened around him.
he hummed a little, pulling your legs apart as you started to quiver and shake, the white, sticky substance all over his chin and mouth. and while he overstimulated you, you couldnβt help but tighten your legs up again.
but this time he let you.
he did love your thighs, after all.
pervy task force 141 who just can't help but take a peak at their newest recruit, you! (and the things they do.)
tags: mdni!, task force 141 being pervs, touchy johnny, intrusive staring w. simon, power abuse w. captain price, implied coercion for sex in all of them, sort of implied guilt tripping and blame on reader,
a/n: this is a repost from my old account! I wanna change sm of this 'cause I wrote this a while ago but oh well, old memories' sake. never done tags like this so im not quite sure what to write :'>
do you take requests? Can you do like gaz and soap getting badly injured and the stone cold, usually straight faced completely unbothered fem!reader actually starts panicking. But only for them. Like if the same thing happened in five minutes to another member of the team they basically wouldnβt care.
141 when theyβre submissive hcs? i just love pathetic menππ©·
warnings: fem!reader, nsfw so mdni
β¦ he loves seeking for your approval and appreciation. heβll look up at you his deep chocolate eyes with his tongue deep in your cunt and his thumb making circular motions on your clit desperate to make you moan even louder for him. or when heβs fucking into you making sure his thrusting his slow and firm making sure he hits the sweet spot in your soaked pussy.
β¦ he loves seeing you in more dominating positions. he loves being underneath you and feeling powerless. itβs more of a mental thing for him as heβs giving you all his trust which only a limited people get. especially in such an intimate moment he just feels loved
β¦ simon loves loves loves cowgirl position itβs his favorite. but only when he can play with your tits and gently pinch your nipples while you grind yourself all over his aching cock, his hips bucking into you trying to stimulate more pleasure for you.
β¦ simon also lives for edging. the sheer sweat on his forehead as heβs so close to coming but when you quickly take away your hand from him, his mind goes blank and his legs start quivering again with pure desperate for the stimulation again but he loves the feeling of it (and how happy you are when heβs in this state) but nothing tops the feeling of when you wrap your fingers around his cock again, pumping him up and down as his hips spasms with euphoric pleasure.
β¦ he will literally eat you out anywhere but his favorite way to do it is face sitting. omg he loves the sensation of your thighs on both sides of his head and your warm cunt pressing down against his mouth while he licks and slurps wherever his tongue can reach. and when he slowly glides his tongue in you he gets so happy when you moan loudly especially with his nose bumping against your sensitive clit.
β¦ needs the praise from you. like it drives him crazy when you donβt tell him heβs doing good for you when he goes down on you or when heβs sloppily thrusting into you. he also likes the little touches of affection like when you run your hands all over his body or softly caressing his cheeks. he gets off on it so bad especially when his so deep inside your aching cunt.
β¦ so he loves breath play but only when his head is between your thighs and all he can taste is your cunt. something about your thighs tightly wrapped around his head turns him on so much hes whimpering while he laps at you with two long fingers moving swiftly in and out of you.
β¦ gaz likes cowgirl too but he loves when you tell him not to touch you anywhere or else youβll stop riding on him. heβs so eager for that not to happen heβll listen to you but itβs just so hard for him. the way your sopping pussy is wrapped so tightly around him and how youβll purposefully start bouncing on him slowly. it makes his mind turn to slush and all he can focus on is how hard he has to control himself so he doesnβt reach out and grab your hips. he loves it tho
β¦ heβs so so loud like a borderline screamer. he loves anything you do to him but he has a weak spot for blowjobs. Your hot mouth licking up and down his cock before taking it as far as it can go into your mouth until your gagging and your eyelashes become wet.
β¦ gaz loves self degrading himself. calling himself your toy and how heβs only useful to you when heβs pounding into you.
β¦ he loves when you degrade him. hearing your sweet voice telling him on how he could do better or heβs not trying hard enough even though heβs putting all his energy into making you feel good. it gets him
β¦ soap loves when you tie his hands together. the feeling of having no control over his body and the fact you can do anything you want to him makes him practically shake with excitement.
β¦ OMG he loves reverse cowgirl. watching your ass bounce back and forth against his hips while heβs grabbing handfuls of the your ass while doing so?! and watching your tight cunt move so eagerly up and down his cock makes him even crazier for you.
β¦ soap is such a moaner and whimpers at any little touch or kiss from you. especially neck kisses hes so loud and knows he wonβt be able to control it so heβll take your panties and shove them into his mouth. he did that the first time and ever since then heβll do it without even thinking twice.
β¦ when he eats your pussy he begs you to roughly grab at his hair and yank his mouth further into your cunt. heβll let you keep your hands in his soft hair for as long as you want as he licks and sucks feverishly at your clit. he makes small noises and humming sounds stimulating you even more. he just wants you to feel good
β¦ he begs and pleads with you to give him anything because he wants to cum so bad. his deep voice less than a whisper his eyes are so desperate for your pussy or your warm mouth or your hand he just wants something
β¦ k so he likes to 69. with you on top so it makes him feel below you and your mouth bobbing up and down as you spit all over his cock. also having your cunt moving against his eager tongue only makes the position more arousing to him especially when you come. price will plead for you to ground your hips while you finish in his mouth and heβs so desperate to taste your juices. he canβt help himself
β¦ he loves when you slide his cock between your tits and fucks his dick like that. his face blissed out with pleasure and the pressure from your ministrations. also seeing his cum all over your chest and it dripping off of your body makes him want to do it all over again. heβs purely addicted to it.
β¦ price absolutely adores it when you ride his fingers omg. his fingers reaching deep into your pussy as his thumb rubs against your sensitive clit. he wonβt stop even when his wrist is aching for a break he just wants to see you cum all over his fingers again and again until you tell him to stop
Thank youu for requestingggggg cutie!!! I hope you enjoy this. I done lost my fucking mind writing this okay??? Pooor pussyyy.
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Mark:
"Slow...slow.." You whispered as he slowly let his fingers massage and roam your entire body, fingertips lingering and nails digging into certain places to indulge in the soft chub. Every single part of him providing him with much to hold as he slid in and out of you.
Tight velvety warmth wrapped around his cock, squeezing him every push he attempted. It was like your pussy wanted to keep him inside and he didn't deny the idea was pleasing to the mind but he had been begging to feel your pussy all day. He couldn't hold himself back much.
He had you on his lap, back against his chest and legs spread. The low vibrations of the vibrator in his hand pressed up against your clit as he continued to massage your body, rubbing the oils into your skin.
"Mmm..fuck." He mumbled, voice low and raspy. His cock sliding in and out of you in a delicious tempo that made you quiver against him. He loved the weight on him, the jiggle and the softness that your body had.
"So fucking tight.."
Mark could feel your juices run down to his balls and could hear the wet slide of the vibrator rub your clit side to side. The heat of your body making him go dumb in the head with lust.
"Baby...baby.." He whimpered.
This addicting feeling becoming so much for him in such a perfect way.
Jaebeom:
"Oh my god.." Jaebeom whispered as he pressed his lips against the fat of your ass, lips parted to sink his teeth into it.
His middle and ring finger slid between your wet slit, teasing you carefully. The slick sound making him chuckle lowly before smacking your pussy gently, the cool harsh touch of his rings making you arch your back. He looked at the phone; the camera capturing every little bit of his teasing.
He could see every bit exposed to the camera, even the soft rolls of your side and cute tummy peeking from your top. "Jae.." You whined so sweetly, it was enough to make the man coo in adoration.
"I wish you could see just how sexy you look in the camera, how wet you are." Another kiss was press to your ass then his lips kissed along your spine, fingers rubbing between both lips with ease as you grew wetter my the second. All this teasing was having you on edge, it had you growing needy for more. Even the fact that you were being video taped for his pleasure made you grow hot.
Just imagining him keeping this video to himself, whenever he was away and needed something to remind him of you; your beautiful body, sweet moans and dripping pussy would be in his phone.
Every little bit of your thickness was there for him to squeeze, grip and do whatever he pleased. With a tilt of his head, he spread both ass cheeks and exposed your tight hole. He leaned down to press a kiss to your pussy lips, licking his lips right after he had gotten a brief taste of you.
He continued to rub your slit, even teasing your clit a few times.
"Let's get you on your back, I wanna capture every thing." He whispered as his fingers pulled away, allowing you to lay on your back. The man looked hungry and you couldn't blame him, so were you.
He fixed the phone, angling it enough so that I would be able to catch everything as he ate you out.
"Legs up, beautiful."
Jackson:
Had he known you were going to wear a crop top, he would have mentally prepared himself better. The exposure of your cute tummy and the belly button piercing adding a little extra to the whole outfit.
You were sitting on his left thigh, his finger hooked into the loop of your jeans as you were talking to him. The way he was looking at you was starting make you hot and as much as he tried to be subtle with his lingering stares, he couldn't help himself from looking. It was like he was trying to keep himself from touching you but was struggling, stumbling on his words and hiding his face against your chest a few times.
He looked at you with hazy eyes and licked his lips, wetting them faintly as his hand released the loop of your jeans to run his fingertips along your bare back and up to your tummy, sinking his fingers into its softness and squeezing. You loved when he got like this, touchy but not yet venturing into something more until you did something yourself.
You figured you'd give him that extra push by grabbing hold of his other hand, guiding it up to your breasts. His eyes following your every move until his palm rested on the left one.
He squeeze, released then squeezed again with a shaky sigh. His mouth watering to get one in his mouth, he lifted your crop top over your boobs, the lace cupping of your bra making him groan lowly.
"Pretty as fuck.." He mumbled as he tugged each cup down and instantly latched his mouth onto the right one, eyes shutting closed as he felt you run your fingers through his hair. His hand at your tummy still massaging while he slipped his hand down to the front of your jeans, undoing them easily.
"Jackson..please.." You whined as you helped him slip your jeans down.
"M'gonna make you cum baby.~"
Jinyoung:
It was the late evening and Jinyoung was relaxing on the couch, occupied by a book you had suggested for him to read. Glasses resting on the bride of his nose and the dark sleeves of his turtleneck rolled up to expose his forearms.
With the combination of a pleasant story and the soft voice of you humming in the kitchen, the man was in such a state of euphoria that he literally wouldn't want anything else. He lifted his head up and tilted his head back to glance over at you but it turned into more of a stare.
A heat settling in the pit of his stomach as he watched sway your hips slowly, hypnotically in the comfort of those tight pajama shorts he had bought you. The shorts cupping the fat of your ass and shaping your thighs and hips to a point where it left little to nothing to the imagination. He was going to fuck you there, watch the way your ass jiggled as his hips collided against it because he fucking needed it.
"Shit.." He whispered to himself.
His eyes trailed up your back, recognizing the long sleeve top to be the one that was open in the front to expose a bit of cleavage. Now, he really had to his book down and look because you were looking a little too good for him to just sit there and not do or say anything.
It was also the fact that while you were shaking your hips, the thickness of your ass jiggled and it wasn't subtle either. His hands twitched, and he slowly set his bookmark between the pages before standing up.
He set it down on the coffee table and slowly treaded towards you; the music growing a little louder as he entered the kitchen. The palm of his hand softly colliding against your ass making you jolt a little in your spot.
"Hi, Jinyoung." You smiled sweetly
"Hi, baby." He leaned in to kiss your cheek.
His arms wrapped around your sides, fingers teasing the bottom of your top and inching it up slowly, exposing your soft tummy to the cool air. He spread his fingers and squeezed you in his hands as he pressed himself up against your ass.
Hiding his face in the crook of your neck, he sighed.
"Take the gloves off.." He whispered lowly.
You slowly slipped the dish gloves off, a grin appearing on your lips as you felt him carefully bend you over the sink. This side of Jinyoung making your tummy tingle as he wasted no time taking what was his. One of his hands slid down to the front of your shorts, rubbing you through them teasingly.
"Gonna fuck me against this sink, handsome?"
"Absolutely.."
Youngjae:
"What I'm not understanding is how you don't think you're the most finest woman? Remember when I told you, I'd fuck that energy right out of you?" He softly grabbed your chunky thigh, sliding his hand down to the back of your knee to pull up as he fucked you from behind.
Your mind numb, filled with nothing but Youngjae, Youngjae, Youngjae. He was making you feel so good, here you were eyes rolled back and mouth drooling.
He pressed his lips against your cheek, whispering sweet words to you in hopes to imprint every single bit into that pretty brain of yours. His cock filled you up, defiled you with an intent to ruin you tonight and fuck was he doing a wonderful job.
"You're so gorgeous, so pretty my love. Tell me you're pretty." He released your leg to cup your cunt, fingers teasing with your swollen clit.
"Youngjae!" You moaned as your hips pushing back against him. The warmth of his body spreading to yours, hands squeezing you so tight.
"Mmm say it baby, please...let me hear you say it." He whispered lowly, smirking as you were trying your best to even get the words out. Lips quivering and body trembling against his, he only held you tighter to him, fucking you passionately.
"I'm pretty..!" You whimpered.
"That's right, yes you are.~"
Bambam:
"Can I..?" Bambam asked softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, the water drenching both of you. Bare breasts pressed up against his bare chest and his arms wrapped around your soft sides.
"Yeah.." You nodded your head before tilting it to press your lips against the curve of his jaw. His hands rubbed your back, up then down in a continuous slow tempo before they dragged lower. Nails clawing at your skin until his hands made contact with the fat of your ass.
He dug his fingers into each cheek and spread them in his midst of enjoyment. His cock slipping between your chunky thighs and teasing along your slit, moving his hips back and forth in thrusts. Meanwhile, your tongue licked along his jaw and teeth nipped sensitive skin that made him moan so sweetly in your ear.
His hand rubbing and gripping each cheek until he boldly lifted up one to spank it.
"Ooh, fuck." You whimpered, the way it came out making the man bit his bottom lip. He loved the way you said it, he needed to hear more.
His nails clawed your skin harder, welts forming as he lifted his hand again to spank you. The painful sensation making your hips lightly collide with his.
"Bambam, harder...~"
This particular spank left you gasping, left you aching in a kind of way that only he could satiate. When his hand make contact with your ass for the third time in a spank, his index and middle finger gripped hard enough to touch your plump pussy lip and spread it.
"I-shit...fuck. Kiss me please please.."
Yugyeom:
"It's okay, it's just you and me..move your hips." Yugyeom whispered in your ear as he held your ass in both hands, fingertips trailing the bottom line of your shorts and slowly pulling them up higher.
He was left in just his boxers, the spandex tight and lining the thick base of his cock, a sight mouthwatering to you before he manhandled you to sit your pretty little ass on his dick.
He licked his lips as he watched you grind yourself on him, slowly nodding his head because goddamn weren't you just sexiest thing he's ever laid his eyes on. Eyes taking in the stretch marks and the faint freckles and moles.
Grinding to get some sort of friction against that pretty pussy of yours, he gripped your ass harshly as if he wanted to leave his handprints on your skin as a reminder that you belong to him.
One hand roamed to grip the connecting fat of your thigh and ass, jiggling it lightly just to get a sight. "Fucking hell.." He gripped your tummy, the chunky fat making him groan in lust.
"Do you feel me sweetheart? You feel how hard you fucking make me?" He pushed his hips up.
"Mhmm." You nodded your head enthusiastically, of course you could feel him and you were shamefully drenched by the feeling of it.
"So fucking cute.."
